Rfaud Tastes Wisdom: A Tale of Aswan - African Survival Wisdom's Antelope Narrative - Carlson, Martin D.
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The codebook for survival wisdome on Africa's "endless plains" is, coincidentally, the same size as the book of Proverbs. Accompanying his family on his first Great Migration, young Rfaud Raksha will need the rudiments of this encoded wisdom for the best survival odds in navigating the hungry Serengeti. Fortunately, his father, herd Elder Oldman Gnu, is keen to impart the timeless, preservation truths. "Tastes" is therefore the ambiguous word in the title. If wise, Rfaud's response to his elders' instruction will be pro-active, and he will apply the life-lengthening principles to, well, lengthen his life.…mehr

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The codebook for survival wisdome on Africa's "endless plains" is, coincidentally, the same size as the book of Proverbs. Accompanying his family on his first Great Migration, young Rfaud Raksha will need the rudiments of this encoded wisdom for the best survival odds in navigating the hungry Serengeti. Fortunately, his father, herd Elder Oldman Gnu, is keen to impart the timeless, preservation truths. "Tastes" is therefore the ambiguous word in the title. If wise, Rfaud's response to his elders' instruction will be pro-active, and he will apply the life-lengthening principles to, well, lengthen his life.
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Attending a rural Oregon Baptist church throughout most of his high school years, at the conclusion of a Sunday Service, Martin D. Carlson was startled by a friend's mother asking, "Martin, have you considered attending Bible college?" "I wanted to run" Carlson recalls, "but she had me pinned in a corner. I made a fist but she only laughed. With my hands beginning to sweat profusely I rifled through my fight/flight wyndrome kit, but negotiation was all I could grip so I replied, 'No, why?" The woman said, "Well, God keeps showing me a 'picture' of you standing on the campus of Multnomah Bible College, and I just wondered if that means anything to you?" The sermon had contained a passage about "truth settin people free." Desperate, Carlson tried it. "I've never heard of a Multnomah anything and I'm pretty sure God isn't calling me to be a pastor, ' I declared, stamping my food in a wildebeest fashion. the I thanked her 'anyway' jumped over three rows of chairs and bolted for teh exit, making a mental note to never again let a predator separate me from the strength of the herd. Skilled negotiating saved my life that day, but it had been a close call." Shortly, Carlson put the whold converstion out of his mind. Thirteen years later, urgently pleading with God for the key to why his life wasn't working, Carlson came to perceive that God was instructiong him to take vocational testing. "I took a myriad of tests," he says. "No mater what test I took, the top results cam back that I should be a theologian, and/or a Christian writer and teacher. Theologian? That almost sounded like something for which a fellow out to go to Bible college." So he enrolled in the local community college and for the next two years began researching Bible institutions. Only after becoming firmly conveinced that Multnomah Bible College was God's clear direction for him did Carlson begin to wonder why the peculiar name sounded strangely familiar, as if he had heard if before somewhere. (I hope you are reading this, Sue Lewis! Yes, I affix the blame squarely on you!)