Of course, living a life on purpose starts with knowing what your purpose is. Are you crystal clear about what purpose of your life is? If you aren't sure, then you’ve just identified place at which you should start a new life of purpose. Start by getting clear about what your purpose is. Don't feel bad if you don’t already have this clarity. In a recent survey of more than 3000 people when asked question, "What have you to live for?" 94 percent said they had no definite purpose for their lives -- 94 percent! That leaves only 6 percent of us who know why we're here. It’s no wonder we're not a particularly happy society.

Terry Dashner………………Faith Fellowship Church PO Box 1586 Broken Arrow, OK 74013

“He teacheth my hands to war, so that a bow of steel is broken by mine arms” (Psalms 18:34).

You remember name Florence Nightingale, don’t you? The year was 1854 and war was Crimean War. The players? For one, Russia wanted control of Dardanelles. Secondly, Turkey resisted with France and Britain joining her. Britain would allow no one to threaten her sea trade, especially through Dardanelles. There was war for two years, and Florence led charge with nurses, tending wounded and dying.

There was another charge too. Alfred Lord Tennyson was his name. A modern war correspondent of sorts Tennyson writes these opening lines, “Half a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in valley of Death Rode six hundred. Forward, Light Brigade! Charge for guns!’ he said: Into valley of Death Rode six hundred.” Yes, these are opening lines to famed, “The Charge of Light Brigade.”

I awoke this morning to cadence of this poem…’Forward, Light Brigade!” And then out of my inner being I begin to hear words from Psalms 18:34, “He teacheth my hands to war,…” More on this in just a minute, but first—listen to these words: “O Captain! My Captain! Our fearful trip is done; The ship has weather’d every rack, prize we sought is won; The port is near, bells I hear, people all exulting, While follow eyes steady keel, vessel grim and daring: But O heart! Heart! Heart! Heart! O bleeding drops of red, Where on deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead.”

Do you remember lyrical words? You should. They are words of Walt Whitman. He penned these words, being moved by death of Abraham Lincoln. Lincoln was truly a Captain par excellence. There seemed to be a lot of senseless death in mid 1800s in America’s war of brother against brother and in Russia’s Ukraine.