I probably shouldn’t be trying to answer mail today, As expected, chemo has knocked me for a loop, but here goes.
I think my Turkish translator experience was designed for me, to maintain the thinnest thread of faith during my years of doubt. I simply couldn’t help but believe it was an act of God–such an outlier of the same probability of the powerball selling only one ticket, and that ticket won. Everyone would rightly say the game was rigged. Strangely some try to say it wasn’t rigged with the translator but would be for the Powerball.
I suspect it was given to me because God knew I would need it years later. If that is so, then he made me to go through those years of doubt.
I am not so sanguine about gold ahead (or whatever replaces it). I don’t feel like I have been a very devout Christian,and certainly those who suffer for their faith in places like China, Cuba or other places of persecution, are far and away to be honored by us more than any of us.