Justin was a typical ten year old boy. He liked Leggos, trains, and watching TV. He had red hair, freckles, and a huge smile. Justin was a great kid and everybody loved him. Because of cancer, he didn't live to see his eleventh birthday. His mom Mary, who had watched him suffer for months, held her son in her arms when he died. Every day, for the last two years, she has lived with the grief of her loss and the memories of Justin's suffering.

This issue of suffering is the most common argument against religion. People often ask, "If there is a loving God, why does He make people suffer?"

I firmly believe that God does not cause sickness or pain. He doesn't make people hurt, and He doesn't want them to suffer. The life of Jesus proved this. He cured people; He did not make them sick. Why, then, are so many in pain?

There is no easy answer. To try and understand, I step back and look at the big picture. God made everything perfect. Then man sinned and that perfection was spoiled. Now we live in a world where evil abounds. We are subject to the evil actions of sinful people and to the natural consequences of those actions. This is not at all what God intended for the world He created.

     When I was growing up, I had an old neighbor named Dr. Gibbs. He didn’t look like any doctor I’d ever known. He never yelled at us for playing in his yard. I remember him as someone who was a lot nicer than circumstances warranted.


     When Dr. Gibbs wasn’t saving lives, he was planting trees. His house sat on ten acres, and his life’s goal was to make it a forest.

     The good doctor had some interesting theories concerning plant husbandry. He came from the “No pain, no gain” school of horticulture. He never watered his new trees, which flew in the face of conventional wisdom. Once I asked why. He said that watering plants spoiled them, and that if you water them, each successive tree generation will grow weaker and weaker. So you have to make things rough for them and weed out the weenie trees early on.

     He talked about how watering trees made for shallow roots, and how trees that weren’t watered had to grow deep roots in search of moisture. I took him to mean that deep roots were to be treasured.

     So he never watered his trees. He’d plant an oak and, instead of watering it every morning, he’d beat it with a rolled-up newspaper. Smack! Slap! Pow! I asked him why he did that, and he said it was to get the tree’s attention.

     Dr. Gibbs went to glory a couple of years after I left home. Every now and again, I walked by his house and looked at the trees that I’d watched him plant some twenty-five years ago. They’re granite strong now. Big and robust. Those trees wake up in the morning and beat their chests and drink their coffee black.

     I planted a couple of trees a few years back. Carried water to them for a solid summer. Sprayed them. Prayed over them. The whole nine yards. Two years of coddling has resulted in trees that expect to be waited on hand and foot. Whenever a cold wind blows in, they tremble and chatter their branches. Sissy trees.

     Funny things about those trees of Dr. Gibbs’. Adversity and deprivation seemed to benefit them in ways comfort and ease never could.

     Every night before I go to bed, I check on my two sons. I stand over them and watch their little bodies, the rising and falling of life within. I often pray for them. Mostly I pray that their lives will be easy. But lately I’ve been thinking that it’s time to change my prayer.

     This change has to do with the inevitability of cold winds that hit us at the core. I know my children are going to encounter hardship, and I’m praying they won’t be naive. There’s always a cold wind blowing somewhere.

     So I’m changing my prayer. Because life is tough, whether we want it to be or not. Too many times we pray for ease, but that’s a prayer seldom met. What we need to do is pray for roots that reach deep into the Eternal, so when the rains fall and the winds blow, we won’t be swept asunder.

Analysis

By Fergus Walsh, BBC Medical correspondent

This new alexander hera價錢 technology has several potential advantages.

Most important is the absence of a wire or lead which carries the electrical impulse from conventional pacemakers to the heart. These wires can come under immense pressure and can be a source of complications.

Standard pacemakers are implanted under the skin in the chest which can be a potential infection risk. By contrast, the tiny alexander hera pre wedding pacemaker used in these trials is inserted via a catheter from the groin and sits in the heart.

At 26mm long and weighing 2g, the Micra TM used in Southampton can claim to be the world's smallest pacemaker.

Southampton General is the only UK hospital which is taking part in a global clinical trial of the device.

A patient in Austria was the first to have the device implanted in December 2013. A rival system called alexander hera Nanostim from St Jude Medical is also undergoing trials. It is 41mm long.

A third technology under development by EBR Systems combines a pacemaker implanted under the skin which wirelessly sends ultrasound energy to a receiving electrode - about the size of a grain of rice - implanted in the left ventricle.

Le surréalisme n’a accompli rien qui vaille dans le domaine politique vacuum tube .

 Mais il a exercé une grande influence sur l’art. Au contraire, le surréalisme était comparativement moins qualifié dans la littérature. Le poème est la forme artistique la plus préférée du surréalisme 補牙.

 Ces poèmes racontent toujours avec entrain des scènes fantastiques dans l’illustration. 

Mais en réalité, on ne comprend rien ce qu’ils veulent exprimer. Breton manifestait au début une opposition contre les romans. 

Mais plus tard, il avait envie d’écrire une autre sorte de roman qui se différencie des œuvres de réalisme 家居裝修.

 Au lieu de décrire les choses ordinaires comme les romans traditionnels, ce type de roman raconte toutes sortes de coïncidences dans la vie avec la première personne. Breton a principalement écrit Nadja (1928), Les Vases communicants (1932), L'Amour fou (1937),Arcane 17 (1944), etc.