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PAGE2 ARKANSAS CATHOLIC FEBRUARY4, It happened again last week, and again I responded by gritting my teeth, whitening my knuckles and resisting the urge to get out of the car and strangle somebody. Driving over the crest of a hill, I saw an ambulance approaching - lights flash- ing, horn blowing, siren blasting. Pulling my car over to the side of the road was not enough to give the ambu- lance room to get through. So, it muddled along, honking frantically at other cars, not one of which responded. We all have such important things to do and places to go that we can't spare ten seconds to pull over for an ambu- lance? Because we're too busy to stop, it's okay that the person in the ambu- lance may die on the way to the hospi- tal? I sat in my car on the side of the road and looked at the faces of the drivers who couldn't be bothered with pulling over. Several were expression- less. One was belligerent. These are the kinds of people, I thought to myself, who would sue the ambulance company, the hospital and God if one of THEIR loved ones died in an ambulance. If I were a cop, I'd hand out some heavy tickets to folks who can't be bothered with yielding to an emergency vehicle. And on those tickets I would write out every possible violation I could think of related to endangering a human life. No emergency vehicle driver should have to play cat-and-mouse trying to get around drivers who refuse to stop or pull over. We don't always have things the way we like when we are children. I didn't. I don't think anyone did. It's an adult world, and when I grew up children were to be seen and not heard. I don't know whether things have changed or not. I like to think that I will listen to my children when I finally have them. But no one ever asked me when I was growing up for my opinions. No one ever asked me what ! wanted. I wanted to be read to from the Bible. I wanted the importance of the Word of God to be carried over from Sunday morning into my home. No one ever read the Bible to me when I was growing up. I remember a couple of times trying to read it on my own, but I'd start with Genesis and get real frustrated. I wanted toget to the good stuff- the I wanted to be read to from the Bible. stuff about Jesus. And I'd try the New Testament but ours was all in black print and I couldn't find H/s Words. There isn't one book in the Bible written by Jesus; so you can't go the table of contents and look up Jesus and turn to the correct page. You have to know something to find what you're looking for. Had I started with the four Gospels I would have succeeded. But II I W ()I llll Carol Wledower no, I started with Hebrews. I became frustrated that in church they could tell you what Jesus said, but when I went to look on my own I could never find what I was looking for. I reasoned that I went to church and they said it all (I heard the same thing every so often), so I supposed that was good enough. But I would have liked to have been read to, or had a Bible of my own. When I was in my 20s I came back to God. I sat down with a Bible of my own and read and reread the Old.and New Testaments. I learned that Jesus made a brand new covenant between us and God, and that it only has two commandments: Love God with all your heart, mind, soul, and strength; and love your neighbor as yourself. (Mt. 22:37-40; Mk. 12:29-31; LL 10:25-8; Jn. 15:12-7). I had heard that in church a lot but the importance of it failed to sink in until I read pondered it for myself. I was brought up to believe there are ten commandments, here was Jesus saying essentially only one two-part Maybe God learned something Moses; maybe He learned we remember ten things at Wouldn't it be nice if there was law of man that covered all the I venture to say that the whole Testament is about this one law God. (Well, I'd have to leave revelation to John; but the rest 0fi is.) I learned to love myself only cause I learned to love others. you live with criticism you learn criticize, and I had made an A in course in my F myself. I finally realized that since was good to love others, and I'm people too, then I should love The same forgiveness I give to for not being perfect I need to give myself. After seeing others as for years, I finally learned to see as Him. I'm happy I did. I no longer with myself. I have time to devote time to others and myself. And I Jesus personally to thank for: itl (Carol Wiedower writes from ville.) / call me one, I will not listen to you.' 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