Dear Youngman:

Greetings and thanks for the download of the Field Manual.  I have the
version with the graphics, but there may be a chapter or two missing, plus
yours has just the text which may be of use at some point.  We do
experiments out of the manual from time to time like the field expedient
lean-to and water collection.  It may one day will form the basis of a
Science class in our school.  When we first printed out the manual, I
thought of it as preparation for the tribulation, but by God's grace, I
see that living outside and making your own things is not tribulation, it
is basic survival the way that people have always lived.  It is a life
that requires improvisation.  A life without air conditioning
cellophane-wrapped meat, and light switches.

Tribulation is when they utilize these crazy inventions, betrayal systems,
biological gmo monsters, designer pathogens, malthus/nietze philosophies,
hate laws, concentration camps, and carnal weapons against us. 
Tribulation is when you cannot walk down the street without being
reported.  We already cannot say what we want to, and I'd better not take my daughter
out whenever I want to.  The spy system is in place in neighborhoods,
stores, and doctor's offices.

I went to watch one of Keith Daniel's sermons about God's wrath on America
(or something like that), but I couldn't get to the hearing of the sermon
because he kept joking around about not preaching "too long" like Paul
did.  I ignored the joking at first so I could hear his message, but he
kept going on and on about it.  I cannot abide that so I left.  I think I
would usually cut a preacher off when I first heard it (foolish talk and
jesting is a contradiction of Ephesians 5:2), but I wanted to hear what
you hear.  He would not stop.  I just couldn't stay with it.  Preaching
should include no icebreakers, no jokes, nothing but what is right--and a
quick getting back on track if you find yourself wavering off the path of
rectitude.  Foolishness is a sin--Mark 7:22.  To the preacher, I say--

No icebreaker--rather an introduction to the subject.
No jokes--a teaching.
No flattery--an exhortation.
No pride--fear and trembling.

In the past, I've thought of how comfortable it would be to be under Paul
or some man of God who had the answers.  Someone holy to lead me and
rebuke me--but I think I have all but given up on that hope and therefore
stay in what is real, which for me,  is our school.  I'm not right, but
what I find in that school is.  I sometimes almost look forward to being
in a situation where I do not have the treats (food) in life that I allow
to hinder me.   Sometimes I feel the glories of what is so close then I
get discouraged and tired of trying and give up, but not completely give
up...one day I said aloud that maybe I would give up the struggle.  I
think it was that same day, I was looking out the kitchen window eating
when I understood that Esau SOLD HIS BIRTHRIGHT FOR A MESS OF MEAT, ONE
MORSEL OF MEAT.  I think I must have had the most ridiculous look come
across my face when I realized that I couldn't say I'd give up--I'D BE
GOING THE WAY OF ESAU!   I'm neutralized.

Your friend,
Mephibosheth