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a self pronounced book addict

One of the hardest parts about being overseas is the difficulty in buying the books I want. I know Amazon mails internationally, but for some reason, Chile is off limits most of the time. I was able to order a few books, one intense history book on the life of Jesus and a book for a seminary course on the Theology of Lordship, both very interesting! But there is a whole world of books out there and all honesty most of the books I want to read are not translated into Spanish (maybe that is my calling... hehe)
But I bought a few books before I left and somehow dragged them down here ( gave up brining my own towel so I could bring books in my backpack). One of them is Ravi Zacharias´Jesus among other gods. It is very well written and this man, Zacharias is just brillant. I first read one of his books at my friend Chubs´house during an asthma attack (memories!). This author grew up Hindu I think, in India. And he seems to have a thorough understanding of the major religions in our world today. Very interesting. I read the chapter last night on the problem of pain and it was so interesting to see how all these different religions approach the problem and try to offer a solution.
Pain is such an odd thing, because like beauty it seems to be in the eye of the beholder. Something that would be so painful to me might just roll off the back of someone else. Like my stepdad, Nigel, is in general just content. And when sad or painful things threaten that contentness, he just lets them roll on through and out of his life. I on the other hand cannot go through Christmas without taking something that someone says to me and turning it into a painful attack on myself. And then there are things that I went through in life that one of my friends would look at and say that I went through SO much and they wouldn´t be able to do it, but I don´t see it that way. Pain is just sointeresting. We all have experienced it in someway or another. But we all have different perspectives of it.
And ultimatly it leads us to the desire for love. For the comfort that comes when we are loved. Pain is not so dangerous when you know that you are loved. But when you do not feel loved by another, pain is devasting.
Fortunatly these thoughts are all hypothetical right now and in general I am doing fine. I don´t want my parents to read anything into this discussion that isn´t there. i am just curious about the problem of pain. Ohh.. I should read that book that CS Lewis has on this topic!

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