When we arrived in Rotterdam, a helicopter, while we were underway brought aboard the ship’s pilot, via lowering them from a cable; the kind of stuff you see on television. I had never been, before, that close to a flying helicopter, feeling the wind caused by the whipping rotor as it hung slightly overhead.
Your finger is part of you but you are not your finger; and if you separate your finger from you, of what use is it? So, it is with the kingdom of the Father. The finger without you will be of no use and quickly decay.
I awoke this morning and not long after I felt like I had been hit with a bat several times. The car into town was full so I can either stay on the boat or walk around the port. I may do the later after lunch.
