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Monday, August 22, 2011
The Conscientious Objector
I knew this guy... a guy named Oliver. Grew up with him. So he got drafted. They made him join the Army. They were going to send him to war. They were going to send him to this hell of a backwater where he’d probably get blown all to pieces all over some piece of ground that nobody truly cared about, much less him. Understandably he was reluctant to go. So he comes up with this scheme. He starts telling everybody that he is God. Not an angel or a prophet or some relative, but God the Almighty. He was hoping they would think he was crazy, and then he wouldn’t have to go. You want to know what happened? They believed him. They really did. Guys were coming around to his tent and confessing their sins. They gave him the chapel on Sundays. Even the General got his blessing. I mean, they really believed it. But they made him go anyway. He came back unscratched. You know... a thing like that... it has to mess with you. Just a little bit, I’d think. But it has to.

Finally, brethren, whatsoever things are true, whatsoever things are honest, whatsoever things are just, whatsoever things are pure, whatsoever things are lovely, whatsoever things are of good ...