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Show '7? I served homemade c h i l i and French bread; everyone had kind words about the food. I fought back t e a r s . I f e l t myself to be a servant, sometimes cook, sometimes court fool. No one valued my thoughts - I was s t u p i d , I was an o s t r i c h l i ke all those people i n the group. I j u s t wouldn't p u l l my head out and look at the t r u e face of r e a l i t y . Why c o u l d n ' t I just relinquish my i l l u s i o n s about God and the d i v i n i t y of Jesus Christ and be one of them, the a b s u r d i s t s? 'Because These are the s t a f f of l i f e . ' The voice s t a r t l ed me, coming i n t o my e a r s so suddenly, the a i r quivering OS <A>Th -hny the - - flap ofAwings. When they had gone home, I asked Brian, "Do you believe in God?" I trembled, w a i t i n g for h i s answer. "Of course I do." "What is the name of this God you believe in." "I-Am." "Then you b e l i e v e i n C h r i s t ?" "Yes." "Then why d i d n ' t you stop them?" "Why d i d n ' t you s t o p them? There i s no stopping them. They won't'listen to e i t h e r one of u s . The only reason they l i ke ffle i s because I'm e a s y - g o i n g . If I s t a r t r i d i n g them, t h e y ' re gone. Besides, a b e l i e f in God i s a very personal t h i n g . Wait for them to find i t in t h e m s e l v e s ." "Aren't you your b r o t h e r ' s keeper?" Brian turned away, h i s face darkened. "I can h a r d l y keep myself," he s a i d. The a i r f e l l s i l e n t . I f e l t we were suspended on a space station behind the p l a n e t , blocked from s t a r s or l i g ht |