Website owner: James Miller
I am a Christian. A serious Christian. I repented of the way of sin and darkness and turned to God and the "Way of Light and Life" that is found in Jesus Christ in a Baptist revival meeting at the age of nine. As the Baptists would say, I was "saved", I accepted Jesus Christ as my Lord and Savior, I gave my heart to Christ. And I was serious about my decision. I spent a lot of time during my childhood reading the Bible and read it through from beginning to end. I spent a lot of time in the gospels and the epistles. The New Life spoken of there was my life. I was determined to be a true Christian, not a sham Christian. I have never uttered a curse word or profane, vulgar, obscene or four letter word in my life. Never. Not ever. And I have never been tempted to do it. Why? I am a Christian. A born-again Christian. Underneath it all is an allegiance. An allegiance going back to my conversion. An allegiance to that Most High God and to the way of Decency, Righteousness and Goodness that he stands for. I am a teetotaler and have always been one. I have never touched either alcohol or tobacco. Why? The same reason. And, of course, I have never even considered trying any drugs. That would be really far out. I can't imagine myself being that dumb. I neither dance nor gamble. I swore off watching television when I was in my early twenties and rarely watch it now. Movies? It has been many, many years since I have been to a movie. I went to a few in my youth. After getting up and walking out of some in disgust I gave up on them. Underneath it all is a knowledge of right and wrong that goes back to childhood and a commitment to the Way of Right, the way of decency, integrity, goodness and morality that is part of being a Christian. Struggle? Temptations? The ridicule of the crowd? The difficulty of walking a lonely path? They were all there. They are part of the Christian life. My background? I was raised in the country, on a dairy farm. My raising was very strict -- we children were taught strict and unquestioning obedience -- and physical discipline was used. My father was a very hard worker who farmed as well as working a regular job. He grew up during the depression years and that left a strong stamp on his outlook and character. I never saw him smoke, drink, gamble, swear, or use any kind of bad or low language. My mother was a good, decent, caring Christian mother. She was raised on a farm. I thank God for her. She made sure we children went to church. We went to a small Baptist church in a nearby village. We went twice on Sunday --- to Sunday school and the main service in the morning and then the 7 PM service in the evening. We also often went to the Thursday evening prayer service. I was raised on hard farm work. Father worked hard and he expected his children to work hard, too. I believe he started me out working at the age of about 6 or 7. I was the oldest of three children. I had a younger brother and a sister. Morning and evening there were farm chores. Mostly feeding and milking the cows twice a day. I got up at 5:00 in the morning in a cold upstairs bedroom of an old farmhouse, dressed, and waded through three foot snow drifts to get to the barn to help milk twenty four dairy cows before breakfast and school on many a winter morning. And then, after breakfast, I walked a mile and a half to the small one-room country school that I attended through grade eight. Then in the evening we milked the cows again. This was in the early 50's. I did what I had to do. And I never resented it. As I grew older I was doing a lot of the farm work. In later years my father was, because of his work schedule, often unable to be present for the evening farm chores. I and my younger brother did the chores. My father paid us a salary. One dollar a week -- a salary which gradually increased over the years through a series of fifty cent wage increases to $2.50 a week. During the summers I spent a great deal of time on a John Deere tractor out in the fields. And summer was the time for putting up hay. For several years we put it up into the mow loose. Then we started baling it. I can remember when I was only about 7 or 8 my daily duties of feeding the cattle involved climbing to the top of our silo and throwing down silage. I enjoyed that. I also remember, as a young boy of probably about 7, sitting by myself out in a cold barn on wintry days husking corn from a huge pile. A very boring, tedius job. For the first couple years on our farm we threshed wheat using a threshing machine. A neighbor owned the threshing machine and neighboring farmers worked together, moving from farm to farm, threshing each other's wheat. After that we used a combine. For several years, in the years when I was between about 6 and 11, we also raised red raspberries and cucumbers. I spent many a hot summer day picking red raspberries or cucumbers (as did, also, the rest of our family). I remember we had to pick the cucumbers every other day. We had an acre or two. You were stooped over in the hot sun and it was unpleasant, menial, boring work. I also remember having to hoe the garden. I was probably 8 or 9 then. I didn't like that job either. I was told to do it and I did it. I didn't complain. I never complained. The soil would be baked hard and the rows were long. I remember being put out in the middle of a field full of weeds one summer day and being told to pull the weeds. I remember one winter spending day after day for the most of the winter out with my father cutting up trees with a crosscut saw --- I at one end and my father at the other. We had a number of apple and cherry trees my father had decided to cut down. We cut them up for firewood for our furnace. If chain saws were available, we didn't have one. I had to do a lot of hard, menial work that I didn't enjoy in those years. But I believe to this day that it was good for me. God gave me that childhood. I thank him for it. I mean that very seriously. It is the best way to raise a child. It was far better than the idle life of a city boy who has nothing to do but get into trouble. I wouldn't trade that childhood for anything. It wasn't all work. We had a woods and a river in the rear of our farm. I was always a dreamer. I spent many hours sitting by the river fishing or just sitting by myself in the woods. We had some neighbors (a lady and her boy) who liked to fish and I often fished with them. In addition, we had a small duckboat and I spent many hours out on the river in that duckboat, usually accompanied by our small dog, Bootsey. Sometimes Bootsey would spy a muskrat and jump overboard and go swimming after it. (Bootsey was a cute little mongrel that someone had dumped near us when she was young. A neighbor walked in one day and wondered if we might want her.) Also, I was a walker. I often went on long quiet walks by myself, usually accompanied by Bootsey. When we first moved to our farm we had no elecricity. We used kerosene lanterns for light. It was a great day, a couple of years after moving to the farm, when long electric poles suddenly appeared lying along the side of our country road and we knew we were going to have electricity. I remember my mother using a hand operated cream separator to separate cream from milk and using a butter churn to make butter. She ironed clothes using irons heated on a stove. In my early teen years I remember I was having to have a lot of dental work done. My teeth were filled with cavities. It was one tooth after another. My father took me to a dentist that didn't use an anesthetic. I remember my father asked me if I minded. I told him "no". I knew that dentist was cheaper and I didn't want my father to spend more money on me than was necessary. Birthdays and Christmas were big days, of course. The presents seemed many and great to us but a great many spoiled, modern-day children accustomed to lots of expensive presents would probably turn up their nose at them. I remember one year the big, exciting present was an erector set for my brother and I. That was the main present from Santa Claus and there were some other smaller things. Another year the big present was tinker-toys. I was an A student and at the top of my classes in high school. My main interest was mathematics, physics, chemistry, and science, although I took an interest in all the subjects and did well in all of them. The secret to my success? Hard work, perseverance, determination. I knew what I wanted. I was motivated. I had goals and aspirations. I wanted to make something of my life. I wanted a college degree. I attended college on a scholarship, studied mathematics and physics, and obtained a degree. I worked in research as my life career. In my mid twenties I met and later married a very attractive and sweet girl. We have been married for over 40 years and our marriage has been a very quiet, serene and happy one. I look around me. I see a society where indecency, crudeness, obscenity and badness appear to be the norm. Most people appear to have lives of turmoil and badness. My life has been a good one. Life is what you make it. Life is what you are. I believe God has watched out over me in a special way over the years. I believe His protective hand has been over me. And He has blessed me greatly, in every way. There is no doubt about that. June 2006
The Way of Truth and Life
God's message to the world
Jesus Christ and His Teachings
Words of Wisdom
Way of enlightenment, wisdom, and understanding
Way of true Christianity
America, a corrupt, depraved, shameless country
On integrity and the lack of it
The test of a person's Christianity is what he is
Who will go to heaven?
The superior person
On faith and works
Ninety five percent of the problems that most people have come from personal foolishness
Liberalism, socialism and the modern welfare state
The desire to harm, a motivation for conduct
The teaching is:
On modern intellectualism
On Self-sufficient Country Living, Homesteading
Principles for Living Life
Topically Arranged Proverbs, Precepts, Quotations. Common Sayings. Poor Richard's Almanac.
America has lost her way
The really big sins
Theory on the Formation of Character
You are what you eat
People are like radio tuners --- they pick out and listen to one wavelength and ignore the rest
Cause of Character Traits --- According to Aristotle
These things go together
We are what we eat --- living under the discipline of a diet
Avoiding problems and trouble in life
Role of habit in formation of character
The True Christian
What is true Christianity?
Personal attributes of the true Christian
What determines a person's character?
Love of God and love of virtue are closely united
Walking a solitary road
Intellectual disparities among people and the power in good habits
Tools of Satan. Tactics and Tricks used by the Devil.
On responding to wrongs
Real Christian Faith
The Natural Way -- The Unnatural Way
Wisdom, Reason and Virtue are closely related
Knowledge is one thing, wisdom is another
My views on Christianity in America
The most important thing in life is understanding
Sizing up people
We are all examples --- for good or for bad
Television --- spiritual poison
The Prime Mover that decides "What We Are"
Where do our outlooks, attitudes and values come from?
Sin is serious business. The punishment for it is real. Hell is real.
Self-imposed discipline and regimentation
Achieving happiness in life --- a matter of the right strategies
Self-control, self-restraint, self-discipline basic to so much in life
We are our habits
What creates moral character?