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Home Contact Programs History Worship Services Finding Us Outreach Calendar Notices Youth Wider Church City-Wide Newsletter Articles Statements Links Photos Articles/Statements Where is God in the Tsunami? by Fritz Voll It is impossible to comprehend the tragedy that the tsunami has brought to millions of people. It helps to see the pictures on TV but we can't smell the stench of rotting bodies in the heat and still partly immersed in water. And we see only one disaster area at a time, a few people running from the flood that reaches them and carries them forward. We don't know where they end up, drowned, badly bruised, crippled for life, or did they make it to safety, deeply in shock, traumatized trying to find family, relatives, friends who minutes ago were close by?

We see the children playing at the beach swept away by the wave. Are they still alive? We see the father looking for a child in all the debris. We see individuals in desperate need, and we want to run and help. It will take a long time for our cheque to reach its destination, and how little help it will offer. But it's the only thing we can do, and we can pray, of course. And that I do, in front of the TV, when I work, while I write these lines.

I can't help but ask where God is in all this. Our mind always looks for reasons. I'm sure that some of our televangelists will have an answer. I hear them already: "It's the end-time, that's what the Bible says about the increase of earthquakes," or, "This is the punishment for the sin of humanity" — and they may not say it blandly, but some will hint especially at the Muslims of Indonesia, as not long ago they blamed gays and abortionists for 9/11. Others speak already about group karma. People that are killed or suffer must have done something in their former lives to deserve this kind of fate. I wonder what the imams in our mosques will say, when this time they will not be able to blame America or the Jews. It is as if we can't live without finding causes other than the physical ones of tectonic plates shifting.

The plates have always done that. Does God create the shifting, the earthquakes, and the tsunamis? If I believe in God as creator, I also believe that the shifting of the plates is part of God's creation as the earth is God's, a speck of dust in our universe which is in itself only a speck in the middle of endless others. Does that mean that we are insignificant? Is what happens to us of no consequence? Or did God choose this speck of dust of a planet to show us God's humility? Did God choose humans on this planet to become God's partner and to stay vulnerable on a dangerously active planet? Is it God's way to make us grow strong in dependence on God and on one another?

The scary pictures we see of the disaster have to be multiplied 100,000 times. I cannot do that in my imagination. I am paralyzed as I was after I had lifted our little son of 5 years of age carefully off the street, where a motorbike had rolled over him. His ribs were broken, there came blood out of his ear and he could not breathe. We had to wait for help from far outside the city. It took an eternity for the ambulance to arrive. They then insisted on waiting for a doctor. Eventually, while my wife was riding in the ambulance, I took our two older children in our car and followed. Our 7-year-old daughter cried, "He must not die! He must not die!" Our oldest son, 9 years old, said, "Dad, I always think of that song, ‘Trust in the Lord and don't despair’...”. I suddenly realized that God had spoken to me. What about my faith? Why was I so paralyzed? So I began to sing this little song with a heavy knot in my throat, and the two children joined in — a song I always found too simplistic if not childish: “Trust in the Lord and don't despair, He is a friend so true ... sing, when the day is bright, sing in the darkest night ...”!

When we had finished singing we felt not paralyzed anymore. Whatever would happen now, we were sure that it would be all right. We did not complain, we did not ask why it happened; we did not blame the two boys on the bike anymore who had caused the accident. The children and I had begun to trust God. A disaster just is. There is no interpretation possible.

We have heard about miracles that happened a hundredfold in the midst of this disaster. Why do they happen to some and not to others? I read somewhere that the Baal Shem Tov, the founder of modern Hasidism, had said when asked to define equanimity. "If whatever happens you can say, 'if it's good enough for God, who am I to judge?' That's equanimity." And he added, "But that is a very high rung." It is my prayer that many who are hit by the disaster may climb that rung in faith and that a wave of help may flow from all over the world to where it is needed.

Why do we make war instead of using the resources to make natural disasters less devastating? We will always have them, as we have the means to be prepared and to help where disasters strike. So I will continue to be touched by the pictures on TV and be reminded of our vulnerability and dependence on each other and God who wants us to be partners in life and beyond life, and who is with us — we are not alone.

28 December 2004

Have you ever wondered what happened to the 56 men who signed the Declaration of Independence?

Five signers were captured by the British as traitors, and tortured before they died.

Twelve had their homes ransacked and burned.

Two lost their sons serving in the Revolutionary Army; another had two sons captured.

Nine of the 56 fought and died from wounds or hardships of the Revolutionary War.

They signed and they pledged their lives, their fortunes, and their sacred honor.

What kind of men were they?

Twenty-four were lawyers and jurists. Eleven were merchants, nine were farmers

and large plantation owners; men of means,

well educated, but they signedthe Declaration

of Independence knowing full well that the

penalty would be death if they were captured.

Carter Braxton of Virginia, a wealthy planter and trader, saw his ships swept from the seas by the British Navy. He sold his home and properties to pay his debts, and died in rags.

Thomas McKeam was so hounded by the British that he was forced to move his family almost constantly. He served in the Congress without pay, and his family was kept in hiding. His possessions were taken from him, and poverty was his reward.

Vandals or soldiers looted the properties of Dillery, Hall, Clymer, Walton, Gwinnett, Heyward, Ruttledge, and Middleton.

At the battle of Yorktown, Thomas Nelson, Jr., noted that the British General Cornwallis had taken over the Nelson home for his headquarters. He quietly urged General George Washington to open fire. The home was destroyed, and Nelson died bankrupt.

Francis Lewis had his home and properties destroyed. The enemy jailed his wife, and she died within a few months.

John Hart was driven from his wife's bedside as she was dying. Their13 children fled for their lives. His fields and his gristmill were laid to waste. For more than a year he lived in forests and caves, returning home to find his wife dead and his children vanished.

Some of us take our liberties so much for granted,

but we shouldn't.

So, take a few minutes while enjoying your 4th of July holiday and silently thank these patriots. It's not much to ask for the price they paid.

Remember: freedom is never free!

I hope you will show your support by sending this to as many people as you can, please. It's time we get the word out that patriotism is NOT a sin, and the Fourth of July has more to it

than beer, picnics, and baseball games.

"Don't let your worries get the best of you, remember, Moses started out as a basket case"

Some people are kind, polite, and sweet-spirited - until you try to sit in their pews.

Many folks want to serve God, but only as advisers.

It is easier to preach ten sermons than it is to live one.

The good Lord didn't create anything without a purpose, but mosquitoes come close.

When you get to your wit's end, you'll find God lives there.

People are funny, they want the front of the bus, the middle of the road, and the back of the church.

Opportunity may knock once, but temptation leans on the bell.

Quit griping about your church; if it was perfect, you couldn't belong.

The phrase that is guaranteed to wake up an audience: "And in conclusion."

If the church wants a better pastor, it only needs to pray for the one it has.

God Himself does not propose to judge a man until he is dead. So why should you?

To make a long story short, don't tell it.

Some minds are like concrete, thoroughly mixed up and permanently set.

Peace starts with a smile.

A lot of church members who are singing "Standing on the Promises" are just sitting on the premises.

We were called to be witnesses, not lawyers or judges.

Outside of traffic, there is nothing that holds this country back as much as committees.

Be ye fishers of men. You catch them - He'll clean them.

Coincidence is when God chooses to remain anonymous.

Don't put a question mark where God put a period

Forbidden fruits create many jams.

God doesn't call the qualified, He qualifies the called.

God grades on the cross, not the curve.

God loves everyone, but probably prefers "fruits of the spirit" over "religious nuts!"

God promises a safe landing, not a calm passage.

He who angers you, controls you!

If God is your Copilot - swap seats!

Prayer: Don't give God instructions -- just report for duty!

The task ahead of us is never as great as the Power behind us.

The Will of God will never take you to where the Grace of God will not protect you.

We don't change the message, the message changes us.

You can tell how big a person is by what it takes to discourage him.

The best mathematical equation I have ever seen: 1 cross + 3 nails = 4 given.
"Father, bless the person reading this in whatever it is that You know he or she may be needing this day!"

Hello Americans: A reflection upon our American heritage just before enjoying our upcoming holiday.

Have you ever wondered what happened to the 56 men who signed the Declaration of Independence?

Five signers were captured by the British as traitors, and tortured before they died.

Twelve had their homes ransacked and burned.

Two lost their sons serving in the Revolutionary Army; another had two sons captured.

Nine of the 56 fought and died from wounds or hardships of the Revolutionary War.

They signed and they pledged their lives, their fortunes, and their sacred honor.

What kind of men were they?

Twenty-four were lawyers and jurists. Eleven were merchants, nine were farmers and large plantation owners; men of means, well educated. But they signed the Declaration of Independence knowing full well that the penalty would be death if they were captured.

Carter Braxton of Virginia, a wealthy planter and trader, saw his ships swept from the seas by the British Navy. He sold his home and properties to pay his debts, and died in rags.

Thomas McKeam was so hounded by the British that he was forced to move his family almost constantly. He served in the Congress without pay, and his family was kept in hiding. His possessions were taken from him, and poverty was his reward.

Vandals or soldiers looted the properties of Dillery, Hall, Clymer, Walton, Gwinnett, Heyward, Ruttledge, and Middleton.

At the battle of Yorktown, Thomas Nelson Jr. noted that the British General Cornwallis had taken over the Nelson home for his headquarters.

He quietly urged General George Washington to open fire. The home was destroyed, and Nelson died bankrupt.

Francis Lewis had his home and properties destroyed. The enemy jailed his wife, and she died within a few months.

John Hart was driven from his wife's bedside as she was dying. Their 13 children fled for their lives. His fields and his gristmill were laid to waste. For more than a year he lived in forests and caves, returning home to find his wife dead and his children vanished. A few weeks later he died from exhaustion and a broken heart.

Norris and Livingston suffered similar fates.

Such were the stories and sacrifices of the American Revolution. These were not wild-eyed, rabble-rousing ruffians. They were soft-spoken men of means and education. They had security, but they valued liberty more.

Standing tall, straight, and unwavering, they pledged: "For the support of this declaration, with firm reliance on the protection of the divine providence, we mutually pledge to each other, our lives, our fortunes, and our sacred honor."  They gave you and me a free and independent America. The history books never told you a lot about what happened in the Revolutionary War. We didn't fight just the British. We were British subjects at that time and we fought our own government!

Some of us take these liberties so much for granted, but we shouldn't.

So, take a few minutes while enjoying your 4th of July holiday and silently thank these patriots. It's not much to ask for the price they paid. Remember: freedom is never free!

I hope you will show your support by please sending this to as many people as you can. It's time we get the word out that patriotism is NOT a sin, and the Fourth of July has more to it than beer, picnics, and baseball games.

???????????? ILLEGAL's POEM?

I cross ocean, poor and broke, Take bus, see employment folk.

Nice man treat me good in there, Say I need to see welfare.

Welfare say, "You come no more, We send cash right to your door."

Welfare checks, they make you wealthy, Medicaid it keep you healthy!

By and by, I got plenty money, Thanks to you, American dummy.

Write to friends in motherland, Tell them 'come fast as you can.'

They come in turbans and Ford trucks, I buy big house with welfare bucks.

They come here, we live together, More welfare checks, it gets better!

Fourteen families, they moving in, But neighbor's patience wearing thin.

Finally, white guy moves away, Now I buy his house, and then I say,

"Find more aliens for house to rent." And in the yard I put a tent.

Send for family they just trash, But they, too, draw the welfare cash!

Everything is very good, And soon we own the neighborhood.

We have hobby -- it's called breeding, Welfare pay for baby feeding.

Kids need dentist? Wife need pills? We get free! We got no bills!

American crazy! He pay all year, To keep welfare running here.

We think America darn good place! Too darn good for the white man race.

If they no like us, they can scram, Got lots of room in Pakistan.

SEND THIS TO EVERY AMERICAN TAXPAYER YOU

KNOW

"I don't think we're going to get out of this thing.

I'm going to have to go out on faith."

It was the voice of Todd Beamer, the passenger ... and Wheaton College graduate ... who said, "Let's roll" as he led the charge against the

terrorists who hadhijacked United Flight 93, the one, you will remember, that crashed in

the Pennsylvania countryside.

The whole world knows how brave Beamer and his fellow passengers were on September 11th. But this week we learned more fully what buttressed that bravery: Faith in Jesus Christ. Todd died as he lived, a faithful evangelical believer.

In an article titled "The Real Story of Flight 93,"

Newsweek reveals gripping new details from the

actual transcripts of the now-recovered cockpit

voice recorder. "Todd had been afraid,"

Newsweek relates. "More than once, he cried out for his Savior."

After passengers were herded to the back of the jet, Beamer called the GTE Customer Center in Oakbrook, Illinois . He told supervisor Lisa Jefferson about the hijacking. The passengers were planning to jump the terrorists, he said. And then he asked her to pray with him.

As Newsweek relates . "Beamer kept a Lord's Prayer bookmark in his Tom Clancy novel, but he didn't need any prompting. He began to recite the ancient litany, and Jefferson joined him: Our Father which art in heaven, Hallowed be Thy name."

As they finished, Beamer added,

"Jesus, help me." And then, Beamer and his fellow passengers

prayed a prayer that has comforted millions

down through the centuries . the prayer that

David wrote in a time of great anguish: The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want ... Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil.

And then the famous last words: "Are you guys ready? Let's roll."

We now know from the cockpit voice recorder that Beamer and other passengers wrestled with the hijackers and forced the plane to crash into the ground, killing themselves but foiling what was believed to have been the hijackers' plan to fly Flight 93 into the Capitol or the White House.

As Christians, we know that God can bring good out of evil. In Todd Beamer, the world witnesses a faith that held up in the extremity of fear. A faith that is even now comforting his widow and two young sons.

Lisa Beamer told NBC's Dateline, "You know, in the Lord's Prayer, it asks us to forgive our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us." "As Todd prayed this prayer in the last moments of his life, in a way," Lisa said, "He was forgiving those people for what they were doing, the most horrible thing you could ever do to someone."

It wasn't Todd Beamer's job to fight terrorists. He was just a passenger, who along with several others, did what he didn't have to do but foiled a terrible evil that might have been done to his country.

As Flight 93 hurtled towards destruction, Todd Beamer could not have known that his quiet prayers would ultimately be heard by millions .. that the story of his last acts on earth would be a witness to the Lord he loved and served and a lasting example of true heroism.

Neither will I.

I was on the 110th floor in a smoke filled room with a man who called his wife to say "Good-bye." I held his hand steady as he dialed. I gave him the peace to say, "Honey, I am not going to make it, but it is OK...I am ready to go."

I was with his wife when he called as she fed breakfast to their children. I held her up as she tried to understand his words and as she realized he wasn't coming home that night.

I was in the stairwell of the 23rd floor when a woman cried out to me for help. "I have been knocking on the door of your heart for 50 years!" I said. "Of course I will show you the way home -- only believe in Me now."

I was at the base of the building with the Priest ministering to the injured and devastated souls. I took him home to tend to his flock in Heaven. He heard my voice and answered.

I was on all four of the planes, in every seat, with every prayer. I was with the crew as they were overtaken.

I was in the very hearts of the believers, comforting and assuring them that their faith has saved them.

I was in Texas, Kansas, London. I was standing next to you when you heard the terrible news.

Did you sense Me?

I want you to know that I saw every face. I knew every name -- though not all knew Me. Some met Me for the first time on the 86th floor.

Some sought Me with their last breath. Some couldn't hear Me calling to them through the smoke and flames; "Come to Me... this way... take my hand."

Some chose, for the final time, to ignore Me. But, I was there.

I did not place you in the Tower that day. You may not know why, but I do.

However, if you were there in that explosive moment in time, would you have reached for Me?

September 11, 2001, was not the end of the journey for you. But someday your journey will end. And I will be there for you as well.

Seek Me now while I may be found. Then, at any moment, you know you are "ready to come to me."

I will be in the stairwell of your final moments.

God OUR FATHER

During the next 60 seconds, stop whatever you are doing, and take this opportunity.

(It is only 1 minute)

All you do is the following:

You simply say one "Our Father" for the person that sent you this message:

Our Father who art in Heaven, Hallowed be Thy Name, Thy Kingdom come, Thy will be done, on Earth as it is in Heaven. Give us this day our daily bread and forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us and lead us not into temptation but deliver us from evil. For thine is the kingdom, the power and the glory, forever and ever . Amen.

Next, you send this message to everyone you know. In a while, more people will have prayed for you and you would have obtained a lot of people praying for others. Next, stop and think and appreciate God's power in your life, for doing what you know is pleasing to him. If you are not ashamed to do this, follow the instructions.

Jesus said, "If you are ashamed of me, I will be ashamed of you before My Father"

If you are not ashamed, send this message...only if you believe.

"Yes, I love my God. He is my fountain of Life and My Savior. He keeps me going day and night. Without Him, I am no one. But with Him, I can do everything. Christ is my strength."

This is a simple test. If you love God and you are not ashamed of all the great things that he has done for you, send this to everyone you know, and the person that send it to you.

Thank you and God bless you!!!

A Prayer for our Nation

Date: Wed, 12 Sep 2001 12:52:41 -0500 Dear Heavenly Father, We are moved by the alarming news and crisis that our country is facing. This, the greatest nation, founded in the belief that "In God We Trust" & the "Land of the Free". Please have mercy on those suffering, hurting and in fear, and give wisdom & strength to those who are assisting. May the forces of evil be broken by your power and may we humble before thee, our strength and refuge. Give wisdom to our President & our leaders and bring your comforting peace through the power of your Holy Spirit. Help us here to reach to those that have been affected by this tragedy. In the name of our Lord and Savior, Christ Jesus. AMEN Please send this to all your friends and create a prayer chain throughout this nation.

Since the Pledge of Allegiance  and  The Lord's Prayer  are not allowed in most  public schools anymore  because the word "God" is mentioned....
a kid in Arizona wrote the attached  NEW  School  prayer. I liked it....   Now I sit me down in school Where praying is against the rule  For this great nation under God  Finds mention of Him very odd.  If Scripture now the class recites,  It violates the Bill of Rights.  And anytime my head I bow   Becomes a Federal matter now.  Our hair can be purple, orange or green,   That's no offense; it's a freedom scene.  The law is specific, the law is precise.  Prayers spoken aloud are a serious vice. For praying in a public hall   Might offend someone with no faith at all.  In silence alone we must meditate,  
God's name is prohibited by the state. We're allowed to cuss and dress like freaks,   And pierce our noses, tongues and cheeks. They've outlawed guns, but FIRST the Bible.  To quote the Good Book makes me liable.  We can elect a pregnant Senior Queen,  And the 'unwed daddy,' our Senior King.
It's "inappropriate" to teach right from wrong, We're taught that such "judgments" do not belong.  We can get our condoms and birth controls,
Study witchcraft, vampires and totem poles.  But the Ten Commandments are not allowed,  No word of God must reach this crowd.  It's scary here I must confess,   When chaos reigns the school's a mess. So, Lord, this silent plea I make:   Should I be shot; My soul please take! Amen
If you aren't ashamed to do this,  please pass this on.  Jesus said,   " If you are ashamed of me,"  I will be ashamed of you before my Father."
Not ashamed. Passing this on . . .

I Am Your Worst Nightmare. I am a BAD American. I am George Carlin.

I like big cars, big hooters, and big paychecks. I believe the money I make belongs to me and my family, not some midlevel governmental functionary with a bad comb-over who wants to give it away to crack addicts squirting out babies.

I believe that if you are selling me a Big Mac, you'd better do it in English. I'm not in touch with my feelings and I like it that way. I believe that it doesn't take a village to raise a child, it takes two parents. I think owning a gun doesn't make you a killer. I want to know which church is it exactly where the Reverend Jesse Jackson preaches. And where does he get his money. And why is he always part of the problem and not the solution.

I believe if she has her lips on your willie, it is sex, and it is sex for both of you. This even applies when you are President of the United States.

I think that being a student doesn't give you any more enlightenment than working at Blockbuster. In fact, if your parents are footing the bill to put your pansy ass through 4-7 years of college, you haven't begun to be enlightened.

I believe everyone has a right to pray to his or her God or gods, just leave the rest of us out of it. This also applies to sexuality.

I believe it's called the Boy Scouts for a reason. I don't think being a minority makes you noble or victimized. I don't use the excuse "it's for the children" as a shield for unpopular opinions or actions. I think fireworks should be legal on the 4th of July. My heroes are John Wayne, the Simpsons, and whoever canceled Dr. Quinn, Medicine Woman. I don't hate the rich. I don't pity the poor. I know wrestling is fake and I don't waste my time arguing about it.

I think global warming is a big lie. Where are all those experts now, when I am freezing my ass through a long winter?

I've never owned a slave, or was a slave, I didn't wander forty years in the desert after getting chased out of Egypt, I haven't burned any witches or been persecuted by the Turks and neither have you, so shut up already.

I think the cops have every right to shoot your sorry ass if you're running from them. I also think they have the right to pull your ass over if you are breaking law, regardless of what color you are. I think if you are too stupid to know how a ballot works, I don't want you deciding who should be running the most powerful nation of the world for the next four years.

I think if you are in the passing lane, and not passing, your license should be revoked, and you should be forced to ride the bus until you promise to never delay the rest of us again.

I think beef jerky could quite possibly be the perfect food. I think tattoos and piercing are fine if you want them, but please don't pretend they are a political statement. I think Dr. Seuss was a genius. I'm neither angry nor disenfranchised, no matter how desperately the mainstream media would like the world to believe otherwise.

If that makes me a BAD American, then yes, I'm a BAD American. If you too are a BAD American please forward this to everyone you know.

We need our country back!

This is an eye opener; some probably never thought nor looked at 23rd Psalm in this way, even though they say it over and over again.

The Lord is my Shepherd That's Relationship !

I shall not want That's Supply !

He maketh me to lie down in green pastures That's Rest !

He leadeth me beside the still waters That's Refreshment !

He restoreth my soul That's Healing !

He leadeth me in the paths of righteousness That's Guidance !

For His name sake That's Purpose !

Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death That's Testing !

I will fear no evil That's Protection !

For Thou art with me That's Faithfulness !

Thy rod and Thy staff they comfort me That's Discipline !

Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies That's Hope !

Thou annointest my head with oil That's Consecration !

My cup runneth over That's Abundance !

Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life That's Blessing !

And I will dwell in the house of the Lord That's Security !

Forever That's Eternity ! > > > > Face it, the Lord is crazy about you. Send > > this to the people you are crazy about. > > > > I thought this was pretty special, just like > > YOU !!! What is most valuable, is not "WHAT" > > we have in our lives, but "WHO" we have in > our lives !

His name is Bill. He has wild hair,wears a t-shirt with holes in it, jeans and no shoes. This is literally his wardrobe his entire four years of college. He is brillant. Kind if esoteric and very bright. He became a Christian while attending college. Across the street from the campus is a well dressed, very conservative church.

They want to develop a ministry to the students but are not sure how to go about it. One day Bill decides to visit. He walks in with no shoes, jeans, his t-shirt, and wild hair. The service had already started and so Bill starts down the aisle looking for a seat. The church is completely packed and he can't find a seat. By now, people are really looking a bit uncomfortable, but no one says anything. Bill gets closer and closer to the pulpit, and when he realizes there are no seats , he sits down on the carpet.

By now, the air is thick with tension. About this time, the minister realizes that from the back of the church, a deacon is slowly making his way down the aisle toward Bill. Now this deacon is in his eighties, has silver hair, and is in a three piece suit. A godly man, very elegant, very dignified, very courtly. He walks with a cane and, as he moves toward the boy, everyone is saying to themselves that you can't blame him for what he is about to do. How could a man of his background and age understand some college kid on the floor?

It takes a long time for the man to reach the boy. The church is utterly silent. All eyes are focused on him. You can't hear anyone breathing and the minister can't preach until the deacon does what he needs to do. And now they see this elderly man drop his cane on the floor. With great difficulty, he lowers himself to the floor and sits down next to Bill and worships with him so he won't be alone.

Everyone chokes up with emotion. When the minister gains control, he say," What I'm about to preach, you will never remember. What you have just seen you will never forget."

"Be careful how you live. You may be the only Bible some people will ever read."

May God's love shine through you.

"God, we don't need you anymore. Science has finally figured out a way to create life out of nothing -- in other words, we can now do what You did in the beginning."

"Oh, is that so? Tell Me..." replies God.

"Well," says the scientist, "we can take dirt and form it into the likeness of You and breathe life into it, thus creating man."

"Well, that's very interesting...show Me."

So the scientist bends down to the earth and starts to mold the soil into the shape of a man.

"No, no, no..." interrupts God, "Get your own dirt."