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Thought for the Day – Dollar Store Toys

May 19, 2015 by bjcorbin

Embracing the things our culture celebrates as the good stuff (e.g. casual sex, partying, money, fame, cosmetic surgery, diet pills, friends with benefits…) is a lot like buying toys at the Dollar Store.  Initially, it seems like you’re getting a great deal, but when you get the stuff home you discover that it’s all just cheap junk.

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Thought for the Day – The Village Voice

May 13, 2015 by bjcorbin

I have to admit that I’m not particularly fond of the saying, “It takes a village to raise a child.”  My disdain for this phrase is rooted in the fact that it is too often used as a rationalization for disengaged parenting, and by social engineers, who are trying to disguise their political agenda as some sort of genuine concern for the welfare of children.  Despite that, I can’t deny that there is also a measure of profound truth within this idiom.  As the father of four, I’ve always endeavored to maintain a daily presence in the lives of my children, and to have a separate relationship with each one of them.  For the most part, I’ve lived up to that expectation, but I’ve also discovered that there are instances, and seasons, when the kids need something, or someone, else.  At times, parents are too close to the situation to be objective; sometimes our fears cause us to push too hard, or maybe not hard enough.  Sometimes we’ve done all we know how to do, and we need to introduce a new element into the situation.  And sometimes our kids just need to hear it from someone else.

 

Years ago, our youngest daughter (Bekah) was struggling with reading, and we discovered that she had issues with her eyesight.   Upon addressing her vision problems, we knew that she needed help to get her reading level back up to where it belonged.  Unfortunately, by this time she was already highly frustrated with our persistent attempts to assist her, and things weren’t progressing well.  Thankfully, we found a wonderful lady (Mary) who was willing to work with her, and they very quickly formed a special bond.  Though it took a little time, her reading and writing steadily improved, and within a few years she had regained both her confidence and competence.  By then, their relationship had become so strong that she continued to go each week, and to work on other subjects as well.  Over time this amazing lady became much more than a tutor, and we have come to view her as a special part of our family.  In recent years, Bekah has blossomed as a reader, writer, and student.  She is currently a Freshman in High School, where she’s maintained her grades on the High Honor Roll (>3.5 GPA) all year, and where she was recently awarded a scholarship for winning an essay contest.  At this point, she reads and writes more than our other three kids combined.  But more than the improved academic performance, Mary’s loving investment in Bekah as a person has paid untold dividends.  Years from now, I’ve no doubt that Bekah will remember this beloved friend and teacher as one of the greatest influences in her life.

 

Similarly, there have been many other teachers, coaches, youth group leaders, neighbors… who’ve had a profound influence on our kids.  When our son Andrew was younger, he played basketball for a coach who absolutely destroyed his confidence.  After that experience, he decided that even though he loved the game, he just wasn’t cut out to play.  Despite our encouragement to give it another try, he wasn’t willing to do it; and for years he didn’t.  But as fate would have it, the new high school basketball coach became his homeroom teacher, and he saw potential in Andrew.  It was his encouragement that convinced our son to give it another try, and last Fall, he was a starter on the Freshman team.

 

More recently, after our son Patrick made the high school’s baseball team, he had the chance to be a part of the school’s Spring musical, “Guys & Dolls”.  Initially he felt sure his coaches would never allow him to miss practices, and maybe even games, to participate in the play.  But to his great surprise, the coach acknowledged what a great opportunity this was for Patrick, and allowed him to both stay on the team, and to try out for the musical.  At the first try out for the play, he only went for a small part, believing that was all he was qualified for.  But during the call back, his Choir teacher asked why he hadn’t tried out for one of the leads.  Patrick explained that since he sang bass in the choir, and that all of the leading parts were for tenors, he didn’t think he could do them.  His teacher then expressed her confidence in his voice, and challenged him to go for the more substantial role of “Nicely, Nicely Johnson.”  Inspired by her vote of confidence, Patrick took the challenge, and got the part.  After months of hard work, he and the rest of cast gave two spectacular performances this weekend.  It is an experience that he will remember for the rest of his life, and it could very well open up new avenues for him in the future.  Had his baseball coach been more worried about wins & loses than about Patrick, he might never have gotten the chance to tryout.  If his Choir teacher had not recognized his potential, and encouraged him to reach for it, Pat might never have discovered it.

 

As a parent, I am grateful for these, and the many other wonderful, people who reach out to our children.  As much as I want to be there for them, I must acknowledge that they often need things that I can’t necessarily give them.  My vote of confidence in Bekah’s ability to read, or Andrew’s ability to play basketball, or Patrick’s ability to sing/perform, wasn’t enough to get them over that mountain.  But thankfully, there were people who stepped into those areas and made the difference.  Just as people have reached out to our children, we’ve learned to reach out to other children within our community.  It is an opportunity to return the blessing that we’ve received.  Even though I still cringe when I say it, it really does take a village to raise a child, and to that end, I want to thank all of you who’ve been such a special part of our village.

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Thought for the Day – Diversifying Your Portfolio

May 10, 2015 by bjcorbin

When John the Baptist heralded the coming of the Messiah, he used the words of the Prophet Isaiah, saying, “Prepare the way of the Lord, make straight paths for Him.  Every valley shall be filled in, every mountain and hill made low.  The crooked roads shall become straight, the rough ways smooth (Luke 3:3-5).”  And I believe that this imagery was meant to portray to the Jews (& ultimately to those of us who would one day be grafted into the covenant) what His coming could mean to them.  The redeeming work of the cross would soon facilitate the abiding presence of God in their lives, and put an end to their long cycle of seeking Him in times of oppression, and drifting from Him in times of prosperity.  With the Spirit of God active in their day to day lives, He could become their source for life, love, security, provision, strength, hope, and justice.  By becoming partakers of the divine nature, they would no longer be at the mercy of their fickle human nature.  These images speak of the steadiness that naturally flows out of that kind of singular focus.  So great was God’s plan to dwell within them, that Jesus told His disciples it was actually better that He would leave them, so that the Spirit could come.  And in looking at the first century church, we see those words largely validated.

 

But as we endeavor to make straight pathways in our own lives, it doesn’t always seem to work out.  Sadly, many who identify themselves by the name of Jesus live lives of quiet desperation; often times battling sickness, depravity, insecurity, abandonment, depression, condemnation, fear…  Though we can have some mountain top experiences, we often find ourselves in the depths of the valley.  Like a person trying to plant a garden, we try to cut a straight row, only to turn and see that it’s anything but.

 

Experienced gardeners tell me that the best way to till a straight row is to fix your eye on a specific point (on the opposite side of the plot), and to plow directly toward it.  This would seem to be the same advice the scripture gives us, as the Hebrew writer tells us, “fix your eyes on Jesus, the author and finisher of your faith (Heb. 12:2),” and Paul says, “whatever things are true, whatever things are noble, whatever things are just, whatever things are pure, whatever things are lovely, whatever things are of good report, if there is any virtue and if there is anything praiseworthy—meditate on these things (Phil 4:8).”  Along with scriptures like, “be anxious for nothing (Phil. 4:6)”, “let not your heart be troubled (John 14:27)”, and “Don’t worry about tomorrow.  It will take care of itself (Matt. 6:34)”, the New Testament is filled with directives about what we need to be focused on, and what we can’t afford to concentrate on.  If our God, who is the same yesterday, today and forever, becomes our singular reference point, then our pathways can’t help but straighten out.

 

Many would cite the manic nature of our spiritual walk as evidence of poor faith, but I think that conclusion requires a little further dissection.  Some see the terms “believing” and “faith” as being synonymous, but I would disagree.  At its lowest level, believing can be very superficial, and little more than mental assent.  We believe a lot of things in the abstract, or in principle, that never really make their way into our practice.  For instance, I believe in eating a healthy diet and exercising regularly, but my normal pattern doesn’t necessarily reflect that notion.  My tendency to overload my schedule, and to eat on the run, generally takes precedence over that concept.  Faith, even at its lowest level, requires more than that.  It requires enough belief to make us willing to risk something, and maybe even to act upon it.  Because I was raised in church, I always “believed” that there was a God, and that His son Jesus died for my sins.  But it wasn’t until my early thirties, when the life I’d built without Him began to collapse, that I actually found the faith to fully invest myself, and my life, in Him.  I sense that many others are living this same kind of existence, where they claim to believe, but have little or nothing really invested in it.

 

The wisdom of the world encourages us to diversify our investments as a hedge against big losses, but the wisdom of God calls us to put all our eggs in one basket.  The erratic, and sometimes tortured, path we take is an indication of which philosophy is prevalent in our lives.  To the degree that our identity is invested in Him, we should be able to walk free from the oppression of what other people might say or do, and from the identity crisis’s that so frequently beset the natural man.  To the degree that our security and hope are invested in Him, we should be able to walk free of anxiety, fear, and depression.  The Lord tells us that everything in the seen realm is perishing, so investing ourselves in temporal things sets us up for disappointment and failure.  The old axiom says, “you can’t take it with you.”  But for those who’ve invested themselves in the eternal kingdom, that’s not really true.  Straight pathways may not be the norm, but if we’re willing to adopt a singular reference point, they could become our destiny.

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Thought for the Day – Double Edged Sword

May 3, 2015 by bjcorbin

The truth only sets you free when you are willing to succumb to it.  When you try to evade truth it relentlessly pursues you, even visiting in your dreams if that’s what it takes.

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Thought for the Day – Survivor’s Guilt

April 25, 2015 by bjcorbin

“Survivor’s Guilt” is a term used to describe a mental & emotional state, that arises when a person perceives themselves to have done something wrong, by surviving a traumatic event when others did not.  And while this term is most often associated with life and death situations, I would argue that this same phenomenon can occur in people who simply choose to get off the path of destruction.  That could be overcoming addictions, or leaving an abusive situation, or deciding to surrender your life to God, or any other thing that causes a radical change in the trajectory of our lives.  As I think back on my own experiences, I can see that the decision to depart from certain destructive patterns has often had the unintended consequence of alienation from people I genuinely cared about.  All I really wanted was to escape the carnage, but that often entailed distancing myself from those who couldn’t, or wouldn’t, negotiate that same turn.  In those life-altering moments, you have to seize the opportunity, push every hesitation aside, and drive yourself across the threshold of a new life.  But after the fact, it’s easy to feel guilty about those you left behind.  I expressed some of those feelings in a piece I wrote some years ago, which I called, “Homeless” (see below).  It was bore out of the revelation that my decision to pursue God had put me on a different path from some people that I truly loved, which eventually caused us to live in very different worlds.  Sometimes the chasm between those worlds has been too wide to reach across, and you can begin to feel selfish; as though you are the kind of person who is unwilling to run back into a burning building.  But ultimately, it’s a real struggle to convince someone to evacuate their home, when they can’t smell the smoke, or sense the flames.  And trying to save a drowning person, when you yourself can barely swim, generally ends with two funerals.  I have found that the only person who can really change a heart, mind, or life is God; and that all rescue attempts must be orchestrated by Him.  We just need to prayerfully stand at the ready, and play whatever role He assigns to us.

 

Homeless

As the shadows begin to crawl across the walls of my little room

The memories emerge from the corners of my mind

Not so long ago, we roamed these streets together

And I guess we thought that’s how it would always be

But here I am living a couple of floors above the pavement

And you’re still out there somewhere

*

I admit that this place isn’t much of a home

But it has running water

And is shelter from the weather

And it has a door that locks

And most of all

It has room for you

*

I never meant to leave you behind

I just assumed you’d want to come with me

But what I saw as a pathway to freedom

You viewed as a cage door

I can’t pretend to understand that

But I miss you just the same

*

I remember the time I stepped on that broken glass

And you wrapped my bloody foot in your only shirt

And the times we huddled together in the cold

And the way you’d hum the tune to “Silent Night”

Because of you, I never felt alone

And yet, that’s how I left you

*

I’m sorry that I wasn’t strong enough to stay

But when you can’t lift your head, you’re apt to drown in a puddle

It wasn’t so much the eating from the dumpsters

Because everyone does that at one time or another

But I couldn’t handle the never ending nights

And the hopelessness of it all

*

Tonight, I’ll once again leave a light burning

And I’ll unfurl the bed sheets from my window

I’ve tied them together so that they’ll reach the alley below

And I’ve anchored them to the radiator to support your weight

As I lay awake, every peep from the alley will stir my hope

And when I sleep, I’ll dream of you

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Thought for the Day – All You Need is Love

April 16, 2015 by bjcorbin

We live in an era where people want everything boiled down to the bottom line, a 60 second sound bite, or a 140 character tweet.  And the further we roll down this road, the more our resilience to endure anything more substantial than that erodes.  Just like the “Happy Meal”, bought for a fussy toddler, we know it’s not necessarily a healthy choice, but it’s all we really have time or patience for.  Sadly, those of us in the “faith community” are no different in this regard.  In fact, the Christian book stores are full of materials that attempt to boil down the depth and breadth of the scripture into a few bite sized morsels that can fit onto a refrigerator magnet, or maybe a colorful bumper-sticker.  Unfortunately, our hidden agendas are often exposed in this, as we are more likely to gravitate toward those scriptures that justify our current position than to those that are meant to facilitate our growth and transformation.  It seems to me that we cannot really trust ourselves or any other person (who undoubtedly has an agenda of their own) to decide which are the critical principles that we need to derive from God’s word.  Indeed, no one other than God Himself can be trusted to boil it down to just a few lines for us.  Thankfully, He did that.

 

When the religious leaders of Jesus’ day asked Him which was the most important commandment, He gave them two that weren’t on their list.  He said that it was to love the Lord your God with “all of your heart, all of your mind, all of your soul, and all of your strength” and to love your neighbor “as yourself”.  He then made the incredible statement that, “All of the law and prophets hang on these two commandments”.  Later, Paul reaffirms this when he tells the Galatians that the “entire law is fulfilled” in keeping this commandment.  Just before His death, Jesus amended this, when He told His disciples that He was giving them a “new commandment”, which was to love each other “as I have loved you”.  I’m sure that didn’t sound particularly new to them, but in truth it represented a huge leap in the magnitude of what He was calling them to.  Paul goes on to boil it down for us in several other spots within the epistles.  He says things like, “The only thing that counts is faith, expressing itself as love” and that without love, we gain “nothing” and, in fact, are “nothing”.  He also warns us that in the end, the only three things we can carry into eternity are “faith, hope and love”, and that the “greatest of these is love”.

 

Clearly, the unifying theme of all of these bottom-line statements is love, and as such, it is critical that we understand exactly what that word means to God when He says it.  Again, we can be grateful for His sovereignty, as He gives us a very clear and comprehensive definition in 1 Corinthians 13.  Though we’ve all heard the words many times, I wonder if we’ve ever really stopped and thought about them.  God says that, “Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.  It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs.  Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth.  It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.”  If you read those words slowly, and thoughtfully, they can be pretty intimidating.  Is this how the people we claim to love would describe our demeanor toward them.  For that matter, would any of us claim that these are characteristic of the “love” we profess to have.  To that end, we like to rationalize that the love described in the Bible is really just God’s (agape) love, and that we simply possess some lower form of (Eros) love.  We further like to dissect it into categories like brotherly/sisterly love, and romantic love; and then blur the lines even more with statements like, “I love them, but I’m not in love with them anymore”.  But in the end, that’s all smoke, mirrors and word games.  The God who is love, specifically tells us what love is to Him, and then He commands us to love each other, “as I have loved you”.  He makes no provision for some lower form of affection or fascination, which is too often characterized by traits like selfishness, vanity, envy, manipulation, scorekeeping and destructiveness; all of which are so directly counter to His definition that they could not be considered a watered down version of the same.

 

Considering that the Lord Himself boiled down the whole of the law to the quality of our love, and that He said that the way people will be able to distinguish His children was by the love they have for one another, our understanding of what “love” is makes a huge difference.  If we go with the popularly held concept of it, there is almost no form of sin that we cannot rationalize as being rooted in “love” (e.g.  “I loved her so much that I couldn’t bear the thought of her being with someone else, so I killed her.”).  On the other hand, if we hope to experience and manifest the genuine love that God describes in His word, it will require us to abandon our vain imaginations, succumb to His Spirit, and to allow His heart to spill out of ours.  Ultimately, that is why we’re here and should be the natural result of loving the Lord our God with all our heart, mind, soul, and strength.  If we ever get there, we’ll realize that the Beatles were onto something when they sang, “All You Need is Love”.

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Thought for the Day – Taking a Shot

April 9, 2015 by bjcorbin

The reason that most of us never experience the exhilaration of hitting the game winning shot is that so few of us are willing to risk shooting the ball when the game is on the line.

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Thought for the Day – Soul to Soul

April 3, 2015 by bjcorbin

When you’re with your soul-mate it shouldn’t be necessary for them to have a hard body, or to wear lingerie, in order to stir your passion.  The only kind of people who pick books by their cover are those who’ve never taken the time to actually read one.

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Building a Better Dinosaur

April 3, 2015 by bjcorbin

Bill was an independent contractor in a large metropolitan area.   On nice days, he’d pull into the city park, and eat lunch in his truck.  One summer, after seeing the same homeless man for several days in a row, Bill decided to make an extra lunch and bring it with him.  Sure enough, the homeless man was there, and Bill was able to share the food with him.  For several weeks after that they’d meet at the same time and place.  Soon, other homeless people began to appear, and Bill started bringing whole loaves of bread, and lunch meat, and big bags of chips.  When the local media caught wind of the story, local merchants began donating food.  But Bill quickly found that his charity work was interfering with his business, and he wondered how long he could keep it up.  It felt good to help people, but he knew he couldn’t do it alone. 

 

At first, he arranged for a business to donate some space to store the food; and then he enlisted some other people to help distribute lunches in the park.  For a while it was all volunteers, but when monetary donations began to come it, he was eventually able to hire a few people to coordinate the effort.  As things continued to grow, he created a non-profit corporation, and they eventually moved into a building of their own.  By now, their story spread, and homeless / low-income people from all over the city were benefitting from their work.  Articles were written, awards were given, and praise was heaped upon Bill.  Despite this, his primary motivation remained centered on helping people.  The logistics of running what had become a huge operation eventually caused him to give up his contracting business, and to work for the corporation full-time.  Soon the organization branched out into other parts of the state, and representatives from other cities came to Bill, asking to start chapters in their area.  Within a few years, the organization was on a national scale, and Bill spent most of his time representing the corporation all around the country.  For a long time he felt good about what he’d accomplished, and for all the people who were being helped.  But one day, that came to a screeching halt.

 

On that day, he was reading the paper over his hotel breakfast, when he saw an article about charitable organizations, and how they spend their money.  The author rated the organizations by how many cents out of every dollar actually reached the people it was meant to help.  And to his great dismay, Bill saw that his organization was listed as one of the least efficient in all of America.  According to the article, only about 28 cents out of every dollar donated actually reached the hungry.  It also cited Bill’s extensive travels (e.g. flights, hotels, rental cars…) as a contributing cause for this inefficiency.  Bill couldn’t believe it, and he immediately dialed the Chief Financial Officer for the organization.  He wanted to know if what this reporter was saying was true.  The office told him that it would take a while to work up the numbers, and that they’d send them via computer.  Bill went back to his room depressed, and cancelled his meetings for the day.  All he’d ever wanted to do was to help the poor, and now people were implying that he was actually taking advantage of them.  That thought made him sick to his stomach.

 

In a little over an hour, Bill heard his phone chime, indicating that a new e-mail had come in; and he quickly flipped open his laptop.  Though it took a few minutes to weed through the information, he finally got to the bottom line.  And to his utter dismay, he found that the 28 cent figure was actually from the previous year, and that in the current year, that number was down to around 22 cents out of every dollar.  His mind reeled as he searched for an explanation for how they’d reached this point.  After all, he had to hire people, and it was only right to provide them with benefits.  They also needed facilities and equipment.  For a while they’d leased trucks to haul the food, but the accountants suggested that they could save money by purchasing vehicles.  They even cut the cost of that by buying used trucks.  Unfortunately, those trucks broke down a lot, and maintenance costs skyrocketed.  So, they eventually bought new trucks.  And on and on it went.  The bigger they had gotten, the more it had cost.  Though he continued to pour over the figures, all of his justifications began to sound hollow, as they soon gave way to an overwhelming sense of failure.  All he’d ever wanted to do was feed hungry people, and now he was faced with the reality that he’d unwittingly built an organization that consumed most of the resources to sustain itself.  As Bill’s head hung in dejection, he wondered how things had gotten so off track.

 

This little story is a parable of sorts, and I believe that it could be similar to the testimony of many ministers of the Lord.  So many set out in the simplicity of the gospel, only to build institutions that consume all of their time, energy and resources.  Along the way, the main objective becomes obscured, or even eclipsed, by the need to sustain the ministry itself.  Unwittingly, it stops being about the people, and it starts being about the entity.  Though we can rationalize that the entity is doing “good” things, it’s hard not to wonder if this is really what God had in mind.

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Jesus Take the Wheel

April 3, 2015 by bjcorbin

I’m sure that all of us have seen other drivers do crazy things behind the wheel.  Maybe it’s some really aggressive/dangerous move, or sometimes it’s just that the person isn’t paying attention.  While I can’t relate to the amateur stunt drivers, I can definitely identify with the distracted ones.  I truly wish that I could say that I’ve never fallen to that, but that would be sadly untrue.  It doesn’t happen a lot, but it’s happened enough for me to know this about myself.  God knows that I would never want to hurt anyone, and I’m not sure how I’d live with myself if I did.  But yesterday, I came incredibly close to finding out.

 

I was driving home on a four-lane, divided highway, with a 60 mph speed limit.  There is a Wal-Mart on the edge of one of the towns that I drive through, and it has a stop light in front of it.  I was still hundreds of yards from that intersection when I noticed that there was something all over my lane in the road.  I kicked off my cruise control and strained to see what it was.  Out of the corner of my eye, I saw that there were several dump trucks off the left side of the road, and I realized that they had tracked a thick coating of mud onto one lane of the intersection.  Not wanting to roll into that, I checked over my right shoulder to change lanes.  It was clear, and I moved into the right lane.  Though the car had coasted down in speed, I was still moving faster than I should have been, and when I refocused on what was in front of me, I saw that the light was red, and that I was about to miss it badly.  I tried to lock up the wheels, but my anti-lock brakes, and the rain soaked road weren’t going to let that happen.  All I managed to do was to put the car into a slide and lose complete control of where I was going to stop.  As I careened into the intersection sideways, I saw that I was about to broadside a car that was stopped at the intersection, and I could see the horrified look on that drivers face.  I kept trying to steer away from the collision, but my tires skid effortlessly across the wet pavement.  All I could do was cry out to God, and brace for the inevitable impact.

 

I don’t feel that it is an exaggeration to claim that what happened next was nothing short of miraculous.  Mere feet from this horrible crash, my front tires suddenly grabbed hold, and the car violently shuddered to the right.  Somehow the front end of the car made an almost 90 degree turn, without the back end fish tailing at all.  To my utter amazement I was able to pull off onto the side of the road, where I shook with the understanding of how close I’d come to either seriously injuring, or maybe even killing someone.  It was a sick feeling, and it left my wondering whether I ought to consider giving up my driver’s license.  Eventually, I gathered myself enough to head home, and I found myself praying that God would forgive me for being so distracted.

 

Last night, as I had time to ponder all of this, I couldn’t help thinking that it was God’s hand that had saved that other driver from my foolishness, and that saved me from living with the guilt of knowing that I had seriously hurt or killed someone.  I was struck by how quickly life can change, and the thought of how different my life would be had those tires not suddenly grabbed hold.  I hear people indict God for the prayers that they feel went unanswered, but I think that we take for granted all of the things that never happened to us, as though that was our doing.  Yesterday, I had a “Jesus Take the Wheel” moment, and I’m convinced He did.  Maybe I should just leave the driving to him.

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