What is a miracle?  When there is something Man cannot do, but does....that difference is a miracle. The miracle this Blog will discuss is the Serum Run in Alaska in 1925. NOME "Nome lies just two degrees south of the  Arctic Circle , ... it was still the largest town in the northern half of Alaska in 1925 with 455  Alaska Native  and 975 settlers of European descent... the  port  on the southern shore of the  Seward Peninsula  of the  Bering Sea  was icebound and inaccessible by  steamship , Winter supplies were sent by  train  from the icefree  port of  Seward  to  Nenana , and then was transported the 674 miles (1,085 km) from Nenana to Nome by  dog sled , which normally took 25 days." THE EPIDEMIC Nome only had one doctor, a Dr. Welch. In 1918, half the Native Americans around Nome had been wiped out by the Great Influenza epidemic of 1918. Now,  Native American children ...

As Readers of this Blog know, this Blogger believes that God is currently in the process of revealing Himself by the simple expediency of confusing omniscient scientists. The Psychology of God is this; as belief in Him wanes and is replaced by secularism,    he counter attacks by Destroying the security and surety of secular science. The greatest invention of God is TIME. There is no need for TIME, except as a divine tool or as a Divine Toy. In his epic,    A BRIEF HISTORY OF TIME, Stephen Hawking asked his Readers, to believe in a time, before the Big Bang, in which there was no TIME. The TIME, which God invented is really strange, other worldly, spooky, DIVINE; by the laws of universal physics, one should be able to go forward and backward in TIME. But, in God's TIME,  one can only go forward in TIME, never BACKWARDS. One can never use TIME to go back and correct one’s mistakes; that has to be a deliberate cruelty of God. Once TIME was invented, with only forw...

CRIE DE GUERRE- CRY FOR WAR This Blogger happened to be in Egypt, on vacation during the First Gulf War, when the Allied coalition ousted the invading Iraqi forces of Saddam Hussein, from Kuwait. This Blogger was sitting in a hotel lobby, on the banks of the Nile,    nursing a Glubb Pasha gin and tonic, watching an unfolding Coptic Christian wedding reception. It was    rumored that this Blogger was the last American in the hotel; that rumor was bolstered when the Egyptian tourist police assigned ten officers as his body guards. The American lady who had come to Egypt with him, had left him  ,  in a very prudent moment, alone. As this Blogger was watching the belly dancer do her exotic intoxication; a young, well-groomed Arab came up to him. He inquired:  “ Are you the famous last American in the hotel?” The Blogger responded: “ I think so.” The Arab smiled:  “May I buy you a drink, to salute your courage or honor your foolishness?” This Blogger r...