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Good morning,
 
I find it interestingly curious how quickly its become
The verve and life of morning hours that used to be hum-drum
I wait impatiently for its arrival twiddling my thumbs
And like the wind blows
Who knows where it goes
Who knows from whence it comes.
 
It whispers to my willing ears stories of ancient borders
Of kings and tribes beyond our times, of valor and of honor
Its worth more than any amount I could get from the ‘pawner’ (pretty sure that’s not a word)
So I’ll retain it…
What did he name it?
Oh yeah… “The Thursday Reading Corner”.
 
Welcome my dear loved ones to ancient memories that sweep into the soul and ushers you back to famous days of yore:
 
 
Excerpts From The Diary of Philip of Goshen
 
Day One:
 
If I wrote that I thought I would ever see this day, it would be a falsehood. I never thought we would be allowed to leave this place. My father’s father was born here, and made bricks here, and died here, and was unceremoniously buried, and I am not ashamed to admit that I was certain I would share the same fate. It seems I was wrong. We’re packing up as quickly as possible, who knows if that erratic man will change his mind again. I can’t hear much over the shouts of joy and gladness bouncing off the walls of the caverns. It’s like a being trapped in a bottle of happy echoes. Laughter never seemed so abundant. An old woman I have never met just kissed me on the cheek. Her grungy hands, no doubt from years of toiling in the tar pits, have left streaks across my skin; streaks that I dare not wash away. And there he is with his staff, standing at the summit, the man they call our savior who barely utters a word. Such a mystery.
 
Day Seven:
 
If anyone should find this, it is the last will and testament of Philip of Goshen. Let the history books mark that I lived a good life, and that I knew this was going to happen. We’re trapped….trapped! Like dogs we await the harsh whip of our masters, here with our backs against the impassable waves. How could nobody have thought about this? Nobody considered that we might need a ship? Look at him; standing there at the summit with his staff, he isn’t even saying anything, not telling us what to do. That “man of few words” thing is losing its charm fast. The old lady that kissed me before is tugging on my legs, get back…get back…I don’t know how to swim either. We’re finished!
 
Day Seven and a half:
 
Seems I was a bit shortsighted before. Scratch my last entry. We’re good. The waves have opened up and we’re moving through the middle of the sea. How is this possible? Never mind, it’s happened and that’s all that matters. The man with the staff leads the way in front, he still hasn’t said anything, but he certainly has made good use of that staff, let me tell ya! It seems Philip from Goshen will live to write another day, but that was definitely too close for comfort.
 
Day Fourteen:
 
Okay I’d do anything for a droplet of water. We walked through the middle of the sea and now we’re dying of thirst…ironic. Everybody is weak and staggering around like the army of the undead. I haven’t seen that creepy old lady, maybe she kicked the bucket. This is what I call terrible exit strategy. If you fail to plan, you plan to fail man. We’re in the middle of a dessert with absolutely no water, yeah salvation is sweet!
 
Day 21:
 
Okay he solved the water thing, I didn’t see it myself but they told me he hit a rock or something and water gushed out. They also said he lost his patience and the “man of few words” called us bad names one of which was rebels. I don’t think I’m a rebel, but I am hungry. I’ve lost at least 30 pounds since we left, and that hard bread has ran out. Now what? Okay so we walked through seas, and drank water from a rock, what good is it if we can’t get some food. What about the children…and me, what about me and the children?
 
Day 28:
 
If I eat another piece of that bread that falls down here every morning I’ll gag to death. Who eats off the ground anyway? We need some meat! Meat! Protein is a very important part of a nutritious breakfast, how do we live on just bread and water. It’s okay for him, he looks like he hasn’t lost an ounce since we left, maybe he knows something we don’t. They’re chanting again…I’ll join in – “Meat…meat…give…us…meat!” 
 
Day 133:
 
This guy has been gone for almost 12 days now. Are we waiting for his spirit to appear? Come on people, think! He’s dead, and we’re lost…hopelessly lost! We need help, don’t shush me Sheila (Sheila’s my new wife, she’s a bit dense). I just saw a footprint that looks like mine three weeks ago, we’re going in circles! What we need is a plan and I’ve got it. I’m going to suggest to that brother of his that we fashion some sort of deity. I’ve seen those other folks do it a million times and their nation made out pretty okay. What we need is all the gold we can muster up, we have lots of goldsmiths in the crowd. We make ourselves something to worship and it leads us out of here, maybe back to where we came from, though I’m not too keen about crossing that sea again, I saw what happened to those chariots. Either way we leave this spot at the bottom of this mountain where we’ve camped out all this time. We’re wasting precious moments.
 
Day 143:
 
I’ve never seen him so angry. One of those tablets almost hit me. What did he expect, we thought he was dead. Were we supposed to just sit here and wait patiently as he camped out up there. You have to be proactive; it’s the only way to survive in this world. Now he wants to know who is going to stand with him. Well I’ll tell you what; I’ve had enough of this guy. I’ve had enough of this terrible dessert food, and sleeping out in the elements. I’ve had enough of this walking and walking without really getting anywhere. I’ve had enough of him not admitting that he’s lost too. I never see him look at a map, all he does is kneel down and whisper words holding that staff. I’m not budging from this spot!
 
Last known entry from the diary of Philip of Goshen.
 
The End
 
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Scripture of The Day
Psalm 27:14 (King James Version)
 
Wait on the Yahweh: be of good courage, and He shall strengthen thine heart: wait, I say, on Yahweh.
 
Marc Wellington
 
Quote of The Day
 
“How poor are they that have not patience, what wound did ever heal but by degrees.” – William Shakespeare (Othello)
 
p.s. I hope you all will enjoy the latest installment of the Thursday Reading Corner series. I didn’t bother to explain the rules because I believe every reader is familiar with them. Keep living well my loved ones! If you would like to add a friend to this mailing list then kindly send an e-mail with such request. If you would like to be removed from this mailing list I have two words for you “CAT Scan”.