Lately I've been learning a lot from my old dog.  It seems working and running the cows on the farm is keeping him alive.  But he's a little too old to jump up in the back of the pick-up with the tail gate down and he knows it.  But even though he knows he can't make the jump he tries anyway and I have to catch his rear end and push it into the truck at the right moment.  So I was thinking that we all are faced with the same problem at some time in our lives.  We know we're not strong enough to make the jump that's in front of us in order to stay alive, and some of us make the jump anyway and the hand of God reaches out and pushes our rear end into the truck.  The rest of us don't try the jump and end up amoung the living dead.