January 8, 2001
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When a gang
of leather-clad motorcyclists roared up to the Bishop of Reykjavik, Iceland, in the town square, at least some lookers-on might have wondered what was coming.
By Patricia Tupper Hyatt Amid predictions that by 2099 there won't be any clear distinction between man (and woman) and machine, is the quest for immortality pointless?
Here's the key to why you'll always be more than any computer could NEVER hope to be.
"Somebody tell me why I'm not a nobody!" People can tell you. God will show you.
When you're looking for help in times of trouble—or even disaster—what you conclude about God can mean everything.
A hike into the Grand Canyon provides the chance to act like roadrunners.
Nothing—from rats to thunderstorms—has to stand in the way of your next trip away from home.
Nothing could eclipse the fun Casey's family was having. Not even an accident.
I decided I could turn to God. When I did this, the pain went away immediately.
The next day,
my skin was
like a newborn
baby's.
As I thought about these simple truths, I could clearly see how true they were.
I realized that my consideration of my neighbors had actually been full of concern for myself.
You know the rock isn't going to move, so you're not going to move either.
