Michael Phillips Quotes

The best things are never arrived at in haste. God is in no hurry; His plans are never rushed.

Eli was known to run a tight ship, and the last few years, old Pat had neglected the

I’m being haunted by Gaspar the Friendly Ghost.

Just do the next thing God tells you.

alone doesn’t usually do much to help folks wake up on the inside. What wakes people up the quickest is some kind of tragedy or grief.

Eli sat down on the carpet, humiliated. He had lost his touch. Too many years of comfortable existence with Pat. He was rusty, couldn’t scare a six-year-old.

This was crazy, the world was upside down. He had to think of something to get the upper hand. After all, who was in command of this ship? He was going to have to pull out all the stops and show this halfling who was in charge. Using all his energy, he turned transparent, his skin sliding off, leaving him a skeleton, his eye sockets empty but for worms. It was no use. The imp of Satan was snoring softly.

Every person should have the right to practice and believe what they want, as long as it does not infringe on another person’s freedom.

How were you supposed to hear God's voice anyway? Maybe you had to get so still yourself that His voice kind of stole inside you, in the midst of the quiet.

It was so different to be two free black young people, free to think, free to love, free to decide things for ourselves, free to become what we wanted, free to be the people we wanted to make ourselves, not what somebody else wanted us to be.

If I was a man, everybody would marvel at my aggression. I’d be called a go-getter, ambitious. People would respect me. However, I am a woman, so I am controlling and bossy and dictatorial.

Hard port!” She heard a man say from the backseat, of all places. Remy gasped, her startled eyes looked in the rearview mirror. Seeing a bearded man, she screamed, losing total control of the wheel. The other car came up fast and slammed into her right side, sending her into an uncontrolled spin. Her back pressed into the seat as the impact sent her head connecting with the driver’s window. Remy thought she saw a white hand reaching for her, and then she didn’t see anything at all.

...the loves of the noble wife, the great-souled mother, and the true sister flow from a single root.... they are all but glints on the ruffled waters of humanity of the one, changeless, enduring Light.

In the words of Yellowstone Park's wolf biologist Michael Phillips, wolf conservation has become "a dramatic expression of the goodness of the human spirit. It shows that we respect the rights of other life-forms, even when they may cause problems. It shows that we are capable and committed to correcting the mistakes of the past. Wolf restoration is a touchstone for measuring our reverence for what we have inherited and for the legacy we leave our children.

But a good knife. Cutting out bad things from inside you’s a good and necessary thing, and if it sometimes takes a little pain to get it done, I reckon that’s the price a person has to pay to grow up and become the kind of person God wants him to be—or who God wants her to be.

Ignoring the poor is to show contempt for both God and humanity.

Conquering something new . . . bold . . . adventurous—it’s part of the way God made men.

Seems we were all trying so hard to protect ourselves from facing any more hurt, that we just couldn’t let ourselves be honest with each other.

You must see not only what is wrong, but what needs to be done about it—what change must we make in order to set things right.

He had a feeling, young as she was, that her life had a story to tell...perhaps she was writing it even now.

Maybe thinking about God does that to you—quiets you down inside and makes you less fretful. I was

Growth is one of those things you can't see up close. You have to stand back to see how something or someone has changed as time has passed.

And while nothing is as bad as slavery, we weren’t really “free,” because hatred and prejudice creates an invisible bondage of its own, just as sure as had the chains of the white masters.

Once people’s minds are made up about a lie, it doesn’t matter what you say—you can’t make them stop believing it. Most folks’ll be convinced of a lie easier than they’ll believe the truth.

Maybe we all need to forgive our mamas and papas for the things they did that hurt us or confused us ... I came to realize that I needed to forgive Mr. Daniels for the resentment I'd allowed myself to feel toward him. If he was my father, then maybe God wanted that word to mean something in my life. And maybe the first thing it meant was forgiveness. I realized that I could never altogether be the person God wanted me to be without it. I realized that lots of times wholeness as a person starts with forgiving others, and usually somebody close to you like a mother or father.

And then there was one last body that stood out from the rest. It had signs of of bruising on all four ankles and all along its side. Brownie had said that all the dogs that didn't die from being hanged were drowned, except one. As that dog lay on the ground fighting for air, Quanis Phillips grabbed its front legs and Michael Vick grabbed its hind legs. They swung the dog over their head like a jump rope then slammed it to the ground. The first impact didn't kill it. So [they] slammed it again. The two men kept at it, alternating back and forth, pounding the creature against the ground, until at last, the little red dog was dead.

I wondered if there might be a difference between what you wanted to do yourself, even if you thought it was right, and what God wanted you to do. And how else could you find out what He wanted except by asking Him?

Passengers drank and smoked. Both; a lot. This was a significant source of profit for Cunard. The company laid in a supply of 150 cases of Black & White Whiskey, 50 cases of Canadian Club Whiskey, and 50 of Plymouth Gin; also, 15 cases each of an eleven-year-old French red wine, a Chambertin, and an eleven-year-old French white, a Chablis, and twelve barrels of stout and ten of ale. Cunard stockpiled thirty thousand “Three Castles” cigarettes and ten thousand Manila cigars. The ship also sold cigars from Havana and American cigarettes made by Phillip Morris. For the many passengers who brought pipes, Cunard acquired 560 pounds of loose Capstan tobacco—“navy cut”—and 200 pounds of Lord Nelson Flake, both in 4-ounce tins. Passengers also brought their own. Michael Byrne, a retired New York merchant and former deputy sheriff traveling in first class, apparently planned to spend a good deal of the voyage smoking. He packed 11 pounds of Old Rover Tobacco and three hundred cigars. During the voyage, the scent of combusted tobacco was ever present, especially after dinner.

That’s the trouble with people of all colors—they judge folks by what they think they see, which is usually only on the outside. But it’s what’s inside that counts. That’s what makes a person who he or she really is. And

We are not at the end of a rope, as it’s so easy to think. Humanity can yet choose to turn direction. The moment has come to leap into action with glad hearts. The seeds are germinating. The fungi are willing. And we must be, too.

Every good impulse to which you yielded, every base or selfish one you resisted, every attitude you embraced or rejected, every word, every motive, every act ~ each registered its stamp upon your Self. All contributed to what you became.

Legacies, however, were God’s business. His own duty was to live every day as God’s man and leave the rest to his heavenly Father. The only legacy he needed be concerned with was that God remembered his name, even if no one else did. Ernest’s

God brings new winds to our lives to keep us from being too attached to this world, and to make us trust Him. He brings the rains, he brings the snows, then He brings back the sun. Always life is changing. No matter what happens, He will sustain us through it.” She

I sat for a long time in silence. I didn’t get any more feelings that God was saying anything. Maybe He’d said all He had to say. If that was true, then I reckoned it was time I did what He’d told me to do—ask Him. God had had His say. Now it was my turn. I don’t suppose God keeps talking to someone who’s not paying attention to what He says. If you want Him to keep talking to you, I guess you’ve got to keep your half of the conversation going, and right now I figured that my half of the conversation was to do what He’d told me.

The companionship their heavenly Father had seen fit to deprive them of during their middle years of life had been amply restored, and a vitality and strength of body gave them back at the end of their lives the friendship and love each had stored away for so long. Always

If more of those who had set themselves to explain God’s ways through the years had devoted a greater portion of their energies to obey what He has told them to do rather than theorize concerning His work, the world would doubtless be much further along toward its ultimate salvation than it presently is.

You must be honest with yourself. In your deepest heart, you knew. My Father places the truth of knowing in every human heart. It is imbedded into humanity as surely as is instinct in the animal kingdom. It is why all peoples in all times have sought the Almighty. It is my Father’s way of calling his sons and daughters home. You

If that was it, I thought, it was a whole new way of looking at things, a whole new way of looking at life. I’d always done whatever I figured I ought to do. That was the kind of person I was. I just did what I thought was best. Maybe that wasn’t how it was supposed to be after you’d opened up your heart to God. Maybe you were supposed to ask somebody else, and who else would that be but God?

Look here, Duff, I said, you think your life is hard, well, lots of other folks’ lives are hard too. Some of them are even harder than yours! So you quit feeling so sorry for yourself like you’ve got it so bad. You’re alive, aren’t you? You’re healthy and strong, aren’t you? You don’t have it nearly so bad as you think. No matter what you’ve been through, life can be a pretty good thing if you’ll let it.

In his paper entitled 'Bacterial Growth: Constant obsession with dN/dt,' Frederick Neidhardt (1999) tells us: 'One of life's inevitable disappointments - one felt often by scientists and artists, but not only by them - comes form expecting others to share the particularities of one's own sense of awe and wonder. This truth came home to me recently when I picked up Michael Guillen's fine book Five Equations That Changed the World and discovered that my equation - the one that shaped my scientific career - was not considered one of the five.

Wendell Phillips’s namesake, Wendell Garrison, son of William Lloyd Garrison, regretted that Pillsbury, Foster, and Phillips were inclined “to distrust everybody, to endeavor by every ingenious device to find evidence that the government is the enemy of the black man & every officer under it unworthy to be trusted.” He disapproved of their “[c]austic criticism, snap judgments, & wholesale asseveration,” as well as their tendency to have “only eyes for the shadows of the night & do not see the flood of daylight which is driving the blackness away.

There’s a lot of angry people in the world, Jake—lots and lots of angry people. Some are angry down inside where nobody sees. Others you can tell just from looking at them. I’ve seen a lot of folks with anger inside them, Jake. It’s not pleasant to see. Anger’s not a pretty thing. It makes people miserable inside. Then there’s other folks that get sad and discouraged at all the hardships that come in their lives. Maybe they don’t get angry, but they go around being sad and miserable and letting people know it. They want people to feel sorry for them, and that’s not too pretty to see either.” “So

seems I have been elected to the American Academy of Arts and Letters. It’s a lifelong appointment and there are no dues, just glory and hobnobbery. I look at the list of current members and feel woozy. In the department of literature, there’s Ann Beattie, Michael Cunningham, Jeffrey Eugenides, Jonathan Franzen, Amy Hempel, Jamaica Kincaid, David Mamet, Lorrie Moore, Joyce Carol Oates, Sharon Olds, Ann Patchett, Jayne Anne Phillips, Francine Prose, Marilynne Robinson, George Saunders, Wallace Shawn, Anne Tyler, Edmund White, Joy Williams, and Tobias Wolff. Really? I think. These people are gods to me. It’s like I’ve been allowed onto Mount Olympus. Then there are the departments of art (Bruce Nauman, Cindy Sherman, Jenny Holzer, Susan Rothenberg), music, and architecture. Honorary members—people whose work falls outside these categories—include Bob Dylan, Meryl Streep, Frederick Wiseman, and Martin Scorsese.

Do you know those kinds of looks white people give you?' ... 'What do you do?' 'Ignore them...' 'But how can you - it makes you feel so worthless...' 'You have to ignore it and just be who you are.' 'But how can you feel good about yourself when your skin is brown, when the whole world is looking at you...' 'The whole world isn't looking at you that way.' said Micah, 'only ignorant, foolish people. What should you care what they think?' 'But it still sometimes hurts to be black.' 'Yeah, maybe,' Micah nodded. 'I know the feeling, but a long time ago I had to decide what it meant to be me, not white, black, not what anyone else says or thinks I should be ... but just me. Who I thought I was, who I really was, who God wanted me to be -- that was all that mattered. Once I came to terms and made my peace with that, then I was able to live with my self no matter what anyone thought." 'But doing that's not so easy.' 'No, not easy at all,' nodded Micah. 'But if you're black, or brown like you say, or different in any way, you've got no choice. You've got to ignore the looks and just be who you are. Otherwise you'll get angry and bitter yourself and then you're no better than they are. An angry black person is just as bad as an arrogant white person. I wouldn't want to be either.

Racism is a parasite on the soul that infects it with intolerable violence. Racism is a disqualifying position for anyone claiming to be a Christian.

Poetry is spirit unleashed upon words, words written to ignite the imagination and lift the soul. Poetry is God’s purest form of communication; because of this truth, God made all his grandest prophets to be poets. A love for the poetic is indicative of a soul leaning towards God. Theological poetry is both wonder and a call to merciful justice.

The world doesn't work without forgiveness. Forgiveness is divine and creates newness of life.

My aversion to the use of the word 'absolute' is directly related to the tendency of religion to utilize the word for quelling conversation, for controlling dogma, for limiting the human capacity to communicate God in word and deed.

Today, Christianity need people that read scripture like Jesus, like the prophets, people who are not afraid to challenge existing structures of thought with life infusing readings of scripture.

There is meaning to life because God cares deeply about how we live, because God is watching.

The chasm between God and humanity will be bridged by God's self.

Human beings were not created to rule over one another; we are not fit to rule over one another.

The warm sun felt so good on my face, and the fragrant earth, still moist and warming up from the sun, was sending out so many delicious, grassy smells that I thought this must be what heaven was like.

we was just gettin’ deeper an’ deeper into a life of lies.

sin is on the inside, not so much in what we do but in what we are. We

Hate is a power that hollows out reality of all that God intended. It empties the world of love, redemption, reconciliation, and opens the abyss of nothingness. It builds an irrefutable case against its object. It is a friend to those that exalt themselves above others. It is an uncreative force that deceives all participants. It is a pollutant that corrupts good intentions. Hate is an exclusionary act that dehumanizes its object. Hate is a parasite on the marrow of humanity.

Religion without concern for the present is useless; all who seek God in a broken world should avoid it. Religion is activism set afire by faith through love for God and neighbor. Good religion opposes humanity’s self-destructive nature and longs to conquer our inherent violence. Religion’s goal for its adherents is to loose them on society as burning lights who expose all that harms and corrupts so that we all share in the bounty of God’s creation. Religion is always a political force through its call to goodness.

One aspect of love is the constant offering of a new beginning through the practice of forgiveness; the kind of forgiveness that writes a new story from a broken past.

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found

The awakening of the heart is one of the most wonderful, frightening, joyous experiences in human life.

The prayer of faith that your heart is urging you toward must come from somewhere deeper than mere words you read from a page. Faith, as I said, is a matter of the heart, not of the brain.” The

Where does life go? I hope it goes into the heart if God where nothing is forgotten. Book: The Legacy, pg. 424

relatively light. The chair-rock of his perch

Wilson, “whose strange past is darkly troubled” (Radio Life), and Ray Brandon, a bitter ex-con on parole. By the early 1950s, the Bauer family had become the serial’s center: Bill and Bertha (Bert), their 11-year-old son, Michael, and Meta Bauer, Bill’s sister. Three decades later, the TV serial was still focused on the Bauer brothers and their careers in law and medicine. The Ruthledges and the Kranskys were fading memories, and the “guiding light” of the title was little more than symbolic. In its heyday, it was one of Phillips’s prime showpieces. She produced it independently, sold it to sponsors, and offered it to the network as a complete package. Phillips paid her own casts, announcers, production crews, and advisers (two doctors and a lawyer on retainer) and still earned $5,000 a week. She dared to depart from formula, even to the extent of occasionally turning over whole shows to Ruthledge sermons. Her organist, Bernice Yanocek, worked her other shows as well, and the music was sometimes incorporated into the storylines, as being played by Mary Ruthledge in her father’s church. A few episodes exist from the prime years. Of equal interest is an R-rated cast record, produced for Phillips when the show was moving to New York and the story was changing direction. It’s typical racy backstage stuff, full of lines like “When your bowels are in a bind, try new Duz with the hair-trigger formula.” It shows what uninhibited fun these radio people had together.

There could be no greater stress than that generated by denying the authentic self. Because your life energy is being diverted and therefore depleted, you are compromised mentally, emotionally, spiritually, and physically. What about the long-term, cumulative effects of all this? I wasn’t just being dramatic when I said denying who you really are can kill you. In his book Real Age, Dr. Michael Roizen points out that for every year that you live with high stress, you shorten your life expectancy by three years. According to his research, if you don’t have an outlet for your true passion, it costs you another six years. If someone is draining your energy due to constant turmoil and conflict, you lose another eight years.

And with a forty-five-year-old genuine grown-up and experienced entrepreneur as president and CFO, we now had access to all kinds of working-capital credit we couldn’t get before. Unlike the twenty-one-year-old CEO, Lee Walker could go to people like Frank Phillips at Texas Commerce Bank and say, “Look, Texaco, Exxon, Monsanto—all these companies, not to mention the US government—they all owe this company money. Give us a loan based on all these receivables.” And the bankers would say, “Okay, Lee, we don’t know about the kid, but we trust you.

Buy the ticket! Take the ride!

I was just a kid then, probably not more than ten, though I can’t exactly remember. I didn’t know what all the fuss was about. The last thing I wanted back then was to marry some ornery, dirty-faced boy. So what she said didn’t bother me. I was perfectly content with my books.

Whoever these dear ones are who joined us last night, I pray that you will be a Father to them, that you will reveal yourself to them in all the small ways that you make yourself known. Help us to serve and give ourselves to them. Let them feel the depth of our love and the warmth of your Spirit during their time with us. Make me especially their servant, that I might reveal to them the life and character of your Son, Jesus.

In addition to the Catholic Church’s ban on contraception, a ban which had added force because of the religious cohesion of the ethnic neighborhood, one of the main things which fueled this demographic increase in Philadelphia was the rowhouse. It was cheap enough for a worker to own. It was more spacious than an apartment, and instead of paying rent and being at the mercy of landlords, a man could own his home free and clear in the time it took him to pay off his mortgage. Since it was located in the city near public transportation, the rowhouse did not require the expense of owning a car. Since it was surrounded on both sides by other houses, it was cheap to heat. As a result, it allowed the working-class Catholic family to have a large family, and over a period of time, it allowed him to benefit from the political power which followed demographic increase, which is precisely what was causing Blanshard and the Phillips crowd concern. The attack on the rowhouse which the Better Philadelphia Exhibition orchestrated meant an attack on all of the cultural attributes that went with the rowhouse, a building which symbolized the cultural independence of the ethnic neighborhood based on religious cohesion and the economic independence of immigrant workers who could own their own homes. The attack on the rowhouse in Philadelphia was a covert attack on the Catholics who lived in them, orchestrated by a ruling class that knew, as good Darwinians, that demography was destiny and that they, because of their all but universal adoption of contraception, were on the losing end of the demographic equation. Urban renewal, like the sexual revolution which followed it eighteen years later, was the WASP ruling class’s attempt to keep “the United States from becoming a Catholic country by default.

Never

During the years it took to remove the Five Civilized Tribes, the Indians underwent great hardships. By 1838 the bulk of the proud Cherokee Nation had been rounded up, often at gunpoint, from their farms in Georgia and Tennessee and herded west. More than 14,000 Cherokees were relocated. Most were forced to make the 800-mile trek on foot. During the six-month journey one-fourth of the Cherokees died. Forever, this infamous forced march would be known as “the Trail of Tears.

Come here and look out this window. You see that contraption down there?” Frank pointed at an automobile sputtering down the street. “I think people are going to buy quite a few of these new buggies and they need gasoline to make ’em go. It may be the thing of the future. There might only be a few gas wagons now, but someday there will be millions of the things. Oil is only twenty-eight cents a barrel right now. But what will it be in ten years?

how easy it would be to turn the car around, to find Phillip and tell him that, yes, squirrels were damn scary creatures, and let’s just hunker down in your bedroom and never leave.

Nothing just happens, Jake. Everything means something because God made it. You mean something. Figuring out what life means is the same as figuring out what you mean. What’s your life supposed to be about? That’s what falling in with the order of things means—living in the way God means you to live.

God is culpable for our existence; meaning things are the way they are because God played a significant role in producing and maintaining the outcome. God's culpability for existence is displayed on a cross. God is culpable and guilty of being merciful of longing for humanity to become more than we have yet imagined.

The judgement of death upon humanity was brought into existence by God; it is his severest judgement. Over the course of salvation history, death becomes God's enemy. Death in effect is the voice of God demanding we change. Death is not restrained to respond justly on individual human beings. Death permeates reality and is coupled with human sin and violence. Death speaks and says we are not fit to live as we are, but we must change and be changed. Death also reveals the connectedness of humanity with the cosmos in which we live.

Sin’s voice is the inward speech of human intellect that desires to explore regions beyond the structures of reality set in place by God.

Feel the warmth of the sun. Stretch out into this newly freed space. Be the bud. Understanding how to prune correctly involves consciously crossing the line between species and feeling what it’s like to embrace photosynthesis.

teach me greater thankfulness of heart

In my mortal mind I am unable to see how you will work it out. But somehow you will provide for my daughter’s needs,

I love education and learning and knowledge, but give me a man with wisdom any time.

young whites that were up to no good. That Jeremiah was

But sometimes life gets in the way of love. And sometimes being black gets in the way of how you wish life could be.

AT A LITTLE AFTER NINE-THIRTY, MR. SNEED RODE into Rosewood in his buggy. Other people also arrived, including Mr. Taylor from the bank, who Katie’s uncle had asked to be present as

Eureka,

was. I just knew it was

Some folks think praying happens only when you’re in church or are actually talking to God. But I’m not so sure. I think that when you’re feeling the silent mysteries of the world, and feeling the tunes that God put into it for us to listen to, and when you let His creation make you happy, then that’s a kind of praying too.

It’s like this, Jake . . . when life gets hard—whether you’re white or black doesn’t make any difference—folks have got a choice what to do about it.

We’re supposed to think about it. Whenever we look around us, we’re supposed to find out the meaning God put into the things we see.

We left it paltry, low, mean; he took up the poor cinder of a consciousness, carried it back to the workshop of his spirit, made it a true thing, radiant, clear, fit for eternal companying and indwelling, and restored it to our having and holding for ever!

If time was of no account in the answering of prayer, if God could indeed raise man’s small prayers to accomplish greater purposes than the eyes of man could see, why could the mighty truth of forgiveness not likewise be miraculously endowed with the timelessness of eternity? How might repentance and forgiveness be unbound and unfettered from earthly events, transcending even death? How might God’s Spirit produce in individual hearts an infinity of small forgivenesses that would each contribute to the great reconciliation of God’s universe into his eternal heart of Love?

The moment everyone had been anticipating finally came when, at a quarter past nine in the morning on Monday, September 14, 1987, Parker walked up the trail to the pen at the South Lake location where Lucash had been station. In contrast to the media frenzy surrounding the wolves’ arrival in North Carolina, only Parker and four others - Roland Smith, from the Point Defiance Zoo; John Taylor, the Alligator River refuge director; Michael Phillips; and Chris Lucash - were there to witness the release. According to DeBlieu’s writings and Phillips’s field notes, Taylor and Parker walked up the sodden trail to the pen where the wolves sloshed through mud puddles against the far fence. Parker tossed some deer meat into the enclosure, as if it were any other regular feeding. Then he did something entirely different: he secured the gate wide open with a heavy chain. He and Taylor turned and walked back down the trail to rejoin the others at the Boston whaler that had ferried them to the remote spot. Phillips noted that “Parker uttered, ‘We did it. We let them go.’” Parker would reminisce of the moment later in his life that he couldn’t believe he had “scratched something out of the dirt, and it worked.” But after securing the pen door open, and once Parker’s tension dissipated, it was an anticlimactic moment. The wolves did not sense freedom and rush out. Rather, they stayed in their pen for several days, perhaps wary of the open gate. On the fourth morning, the female wandered out and traveled two miles. It took the male a week to move beyond the safe vicinity of the enclosure that had been his small but secure territory. The first two red wolves to be released back to the wild were free. But what would they choose to do with their freedom?

I will write this story only once, for me, as a form of catharsis – my final attempt at closure. There will be no rewrites, no editors, and no sales strategy – even if I end up holding the only copy of the book ever printed. This story is the retelling of events that occurred three years ago, exactly as they happened and as best I can communicate them. Police reports and coroner’s inquests are not intended nor equipped to address evil. It is not taught in our schools nor recognised in our counselling – yet I walked with evil as it stalked the halls, the hearts and the classrooms of Hunter High on that Black Friday. Then I wasted three years trying to explain and analyse the evil away. Wasted lives, then wasted years -- but I can no longer allow the truth to remain buried with the dead, and the whole story must, finally, now be told.

The human creature is a social animal and will derive companionship of soul from the unlikeliest sources. It will be fed by even the hint of a smile or twinkle of the eye from a passerby where no more vital companionship food is to be had.

Thou knowest what is expedient for my spiritual growth,’” he said in a quiet voice. “‘Let Thy will be mine, and let my will ever follow Thine. Breathe knowledge of your will into my spirit, and give me courage, humility, and good cheer to do it. Make me your pure, dutiful, and humble disciple and your obedient son.

While there are no available records which indicate that David Phillips had any operational association with Michael Townley, it’s quite likely.

is to go home and open a Bible to four verses in the Gospel of John—the one I already mentioned, John 7:37, and also from John 3 the third verse and the sixteenth verse, and John 10:10.

Several major and significant discoveries in science occurred in the 19th and 20th century through the works of scientists who believed in God. Even in just the last 500 years of modern scientific enterprise, a great many scientists were religious including names like Isaac Newton, Nicholas Copernicus, Johannes Kepler, Robert Boyle, William Thomson Kelvin, Michael Faraday, James Clerk Maxwell, Louis Pasteur and Nobel Laureate scientists like: 1.Max Planck 2.Guglielmo Marconi 3.Robert A. Milikan 4.Erwin Schrodinger 5.Arthur Compton 6.Isidor Isaac Rabi 7.Max Born 8.Dererk Barton 9.Nevill F. Mott 10.Charles H. Townes 11.Christian B. Anfinsen 12.John Eccles 13.Ernst B. Chain 14.Antony Hewish 15.Daniel Nathans 16.Abdus Salam 17.Joseph Murray 18.Joseph H. Taylor 19.William D. Phillips 20.Walter Kohn 21.Ahmed Zewail 22.Aziz Sancar 23.Gerhard Etrl Thus, it is important for the torchbearers of science to know their scope and highlight what they can offer to society in terms of curing diseases, improving food production and easing transport and communication systems, for instance. To mock faith and faithful, the scientists who do not believe in God do not just hurt the faithful people who are non-scientists, but a great many of their own colleagues who are scientists, but not atheists.