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Time for the compiliation of the first HuG Hug Club of Texas for the month of May. We shall award the quickest commentators since the outlaw Josie Wells bit the bullet.

Before I give out the awards I have one apology to make. I was unable to tally the previous months totals on my old blog. Because of this I cannot go back to my old comments. Some of the old comments did not port over. Because of this I cannot name winners for previous months. I have not given up, but I know it shall take some work to make this work the way I want it.

Now for the month of May. The winner of the first Lone Star. And it was a tightly fought battle for each and every hug. The winner by a margin of just two points is L B! Congratulations to the supreme stalker.

Who was hot on his heels? None other than that hot babe from Kay El, Little Miss May. She kept it close for the entire month. Made it really interesting, as I collated all those chups.

Third place proved to be quite an interesting finish. Three people tied on points. After using the tiebreaker rules a tie still exists. This calls for a duel to the death with Bowie knives for Bkworm and MP. The survivor of this deadly battle should drop me a line.

Though if you choose to share, give me back my knives.

Here are the point totals for the month.

LB                    56

May May            54

MP                    10 (2 Blue Ribbons)

Bkworm            10 (2 Blue Ribbons)

Jane                 10

Mistipurple         6

JJ                     6

Christine           5

Transience        5

msfeline           5

Indaiyoyo         5

Mitzee              5

Zara’s Mom       5

YvY                  3

Alisa                 3

Lucia                 3

Lin Peh              3

Ah Pek               2

PY                     2

Wuching            2

Neal 5X5            1

Angel                 1

Plink                   1

Mother Superior   1

KA..T                  1

LyN                    1

JoeC                   1

Memorial Day means the last Monday in May is a holiday in which we remember those who died for freedom and liberty in America. Though it is hard to remember that as barbecuing and retail sales seem more prevalent than the honoring of  our dead warriors. At my house it also means that someone is having a birthday, though that certain someone’s birthday did not land on Memorial Day this year. But it is always close to the holiday.

Friday I got off from work at noon as always. Went home where both my girls were home. The girl had her last final exam the day before. They had prepared me a salad, but I was dead tired and took a nap. Got up and dropped the girl off for a campout. She went to the LBJ ranch in central Texas. They were going to do some Memorial Day activities. This included going to the Nimitz Musem in Fredericksberg. They also saw a WWII reinactment of US Marines attacking a Japanese pillbox. This included the use of a flamethrower in the attack. Wish I could have seen that.

I returned home and my missus arrived a few minutes later with the lad. We made it a home movie night. We watched Cinderalla Man and Pride and Prejudice, which I had just purchased. None of us had seen Cinderella Man before. I’m kind of surprised Hollywood did this movie. It showed the strong traditional family values that America once had. Integrity and self sufficiency were also promoted. Can you imagine a welfare recipient repaying the system after they found work today? I tried to point out all of these values to my son as we watched the movie. Hope he remembers them and lives them.

Saturday I had to do a lot of work. Wanted to go to the movies, but I could not go in good faith without finishing my work. This primarily consisted of finishing the April books for 12 to Midnight. Once completed I had to prepare a share issuance for Trey and entered May cash transactions so I could look at the company’s cash position. Got most of it done.

Could not finish it all as we had a dinner with my wife’s friends. We tried a new restaurant in West Houston called Golden Phoenix. The food there tasted great. Would highly recommend. We had a large party show up. Three tables divided by bulls, heffers, and calves as there were ten families. Smart crowd too. The men’s table had three PHDs and everyone else had a Masters degree. I must be the stupidest person at the table as I only have a Masters in Accounting and the rest of them are engineers, chemists, and computer professionals. And we had Chinese from all over with two from Korea, one from Hong Kong, and everyone else from Taiwan. Glad the Hong Kong chap was there too as that forced them to speak more English, so I only missed half the conversation for a change.

Why such a big party. Two girls graduated from High School and I beleive both of them have been accepted at University of Texas. Also my wife’s best friend is moving to Japan where her husband has been working for more than a year now. She might have moved sooner, but her daughter wanted to graduate with her friends and they waited for her to finish school.

After dinner the party moved to a home. Originally, I planned on going home and clearing some more work. But I had not seen the Hong Kong chap and his wife in at least three years. They have three kids, two that have already graduted from university and a seven year old. She was so cute. When I greeted her mom, she made sure I shook her little hand and she told me her name and that she was glad to meet me. Could not help but smile at her.

The house party was filled with good conversation. The deserts people bought were excellent too. They had watermelon that was as red as a strawberry and very sweet. I had the opportunity to eat some Japanese dried figs too. That was different but nice.

Went home and tried to catch up on my blogging. Think I nodded off more than anything. So I hit the hay.

Sunday I woke up and I stuffed the World of Warcraft (WoW) software in the back of pants. My son wanted this game for his birthday and I told him I would let him have it this morning. The boy waited for me to exit my bedroom. He came to me and gave me a big hug. But the hug was so high he did not notice the box just below his arms. I told him to hug lower and he looked at me like I was some kind of a purvert. I told him not that low, just a couple of inches. He found the box and dashed upstairs.

Meanwhile my missus looked outsides at our garden. She immediately went outside to get some cuttings from our daylillies which are blooming like crazy. Want a look at her cuttings?

WoW is a huge program. It had five discs. I helped him load it, allowing him to interupt my work. Figured I owed him, since I made him wait so long to load the game. Plus work had kept me from spending time with him. Once it loaded he went on the internet and signed up as this game has a subscription for playing online. All of that set he finally hits the play button  and we get an error message. Our computer’s graphics card is inadequate. Two hours of set up for this result. Why can’t the disk test your system in the beginning? Really pissed me off and the boy’s disappointment was apparent.

So I got dressed and the boy accompanied me to CompUSA. I told the people there my specs and that I wanted a graphics board that would let my machine run WoW. They told me I would be better off getting a new machine. My CPU is too old and really that does not surprise me. I think we had this computer 3 or 4 years.

We went next door to Circuit City. I wanted to get Half Life 2 for X-Box. They had sold out already, but they had a copy of Ghost Recon 2 which lets you go fight in Kazachstan. At $10 bucks I had no problem to pick it up. I really like these Tom Clancy games.

When we returned it was back to my office. Time to attack the family bills. I went through the mail. Bills, junk mail, and what’s this? A parcel. The return address is one of 12 to Midnight’s freelance writers, Neal5X5. Opened the parcel and this is what I found:

From reading his dedication, I learned that he sent it so I could get past the funk I experienced last week. Being a writer he knows how frustrating the creative process is, especially when it is juggled in between work and family. Very thoughtul gift. Thanks Neal!

Carried on with paying the bills. Finished that and I still had things to do. But I have not played a video game since January. Ghost Recon 2 beckoned and I did answer. Me and the boy were shooting, blowing up, and breaking everything in sight. Death and destruction just feels good every now and then. But we never could make it passed Mission 1. And we could not convince the missus and daughter (who had returned) to play with us.

Daughter had a great time. She came back with a Japanese aircraft chart from WWII. The girl also had a .50 caliber round. That brought back more than a few memories of the army and the weapons range. I told her that .50 caliber rounds were only supposed to target equipment and vehicles. Because of the Geneva Convention we could not aim at the enemy’s body. Just their equipment, like their helmets, equipment belts, canteens, and ammo pouches.

Monday I woke up and I had one thing on my mind. Movies. I wanted to catch some of the summer blockbusters. Then my daughter told me she had a party that afternoon. Geting tired of waiting on this kid. But we did. So I spent the day doing more adminstrative chores for 12 to Midnight. It seems like it never ends. I also need to write a Modern Dispatch, not to mention the introduction for Fire in the Hole. Should get on them later this week.

Finally, Ghost Recon2 called me again. So again I simulated killed Cossack with prejudice. But they killed me and the boy more. Will we ever get passed this first mission?

Finally, evening arrived and so did my girls. We had a quick supper and drove to the store for some candy. Then off to see X-Men 3. Not going to talk about it. Just go see it. And do not leave until after all of the credits have run.

Now today, the 30th of May I officially become an old fart. Now I have two teenagers. Thats right this varmint below turned 13 at high noon Texas time.

Thats right. He came kicking and screaming in the world at exactly noon. I thought about naming him Clint and the missus said no way. The Indianapolis 500 ran the day he of his birth and I thought about naming him Emmerson Fitipaldi after the race’s winner. Momma said no way. Though we did call him Indy as a nickname. But it never really stuck.

Here are some pics I took of him last night. Haiz…

He was a cute baby. Though he never smiled a lot. Always had a very serious look on his face.

Cute but so serious.

And tonight we had a little party. This is what we ate.

Here is some cake.

And my sister-in-law joined us.

Well I thought about avoiding this franchise thingie. But after careful thought, I said to hell with careful thought. It is my pleasure to announce that I am opening the Texas Franchise of the Hug Hug Club.

Here is the how things work at the Texas franchise. The first three unique commentators are awarded points. I may not earn points from the Texas Franchise of the Hug Hug club. The first commentor will receive a blue ribbon worth 5 points for being a loyal reader and getting in those first words. The second commentator is awarded a red ribbon for bravery and three points. You have to be brave to make a comment so early in the game here ya know. The third commetator is awarded a white ribbon for strength and one point.

The points are totalled seperately for each month. The individual that totals the most points during the month will be honored as the Lone Star Commentator for that month. This person and nine ohter high scores are to be listed as tops in the Texas Hug Hug Club for that month.

When there is a tie the number of medals determine the winners. The number of glold medals are counted first. If a tie exists after that then the silver medals are counted.  Should there still be a tie after that then each Hug Hug Club member is given a Bowie knife and they can fight to the death for the honor. They must return the knives at the end of the fight.

Remember the Hug Hug Club motto:  Hug U Groovy

A Hug Hug Club Page shall be added and it shall list past winners. This will list all honorees back to January of this year.

Let me give proper credit where it is do also. I must thank L B for the wonderful logo for the Texas Hug Hug Club. He surprised me pleasantly with this button.

Jane tagged me. It really stung too. snif snif.

This tag consists of listing the ten simple pleasures of life.

1. Lazing under a shady tree.
2. Rolling over in bed listening to the pitter patter of rain on the roof.
3. Dim sum with jasmine tea.
4. Making toes giggle.
5. Roleplaying wif da boyz. Pizza, soda, and dice.
6. Halo with the kids.
7. Sand between my toes.
8. Looking down from a mountain.
9. Stopping to smell the flowers.
10. Smile.

Okay. That is my list. No tagging. Many of you have been tagged already any who. So I’ll be reading your responses as you post them.

Somebody handed my a recipe at work. Got nuthin to blog so what the heck. Everybody eats right?

1/4 c. butter

3/4 c. finely crushed graham crackers

1/2 tsp sugar

Combine ingredients and spread evenly in a 9-inch pie pan (22.86 cm)

or

Use a prepared graham cracker crust.

3 1/2 - 4 cups fresh or frozen strawberries, chopped

2 1/2 tsp sugar

1 tblsp. lemon juice

1 envelope unflavored gelatin

1/4 c. water

1 5 oz. Can evaporated milk, chilled icy cold

Thaw frozen strawberries and crush in a mixing bowl. Stir in sugar and the lemon juice, set aside.

In a saucepan stir together gelatin and water, let stand five minutes. Cook and stir over low heat until gelatin dissolves. Cool. Once it is cool stir in the strawberries.

Beat the chilled evaporated milk in a chilled large mixing bowl until soft peaks form. Gradually beat in a strawberry mixture. Spoon into crust. Cover and chill 6 hours. Makes 10 servings.

Sorry don’t have a picture. Just bored and this is on my desk.

The server went down and I can do nothing. So how about a little Korea?

I returned back to Camp Humphries with no problems. Nobody noticed I had left the post, because most everyone had left. Having an off weekend must have inspired everyone to wander a bit. Even the barracks rats like Country Boy had gone.

The day progressed like a work day. I packed my gear as we would leave for the north in the morning. I inventoried my tools and stuffed my duffel bag. The evening passed slowly being stuck in the barracks.

In the morning I learned that Country Boy would be on the same team. This fellow from Detroit also got assigned to our team. I’ll refer to him as DC for Detroit City. He came from blue collar roots and he could get real mean and ornery. DC basically was a big bully and being the low man on the totem poll (and smaller), he rode my ass a lot. He was old for his rank (in his 30s, ha ha old) and was prior service. This meant he left the military and returned; in fact he had served with the 1^st Cavalry Division in Viet Nam. I managed to ignore his threats and avoided getting my ass kicked or court martialed. Hell, I survived three years as an infantrymen, one “old” asshole was easy to avoid.

Well we had a team, but no team leader. We gathered our gear in an orderly pile and waited for a jeep. When it arrived we piled all of our gear into the trailer it towed and stuffed ourselves in the back of the jeep. I hoped that we did not have to go all of the way north to the DMZ like this. That would have been close to 150 clicks (km) and I did not relish being jammed besides DC for such a long drive.

But they had a better method of getting us to our destination. The jeep drove us to the airfield. We were going to take a helicopter up to the DMZ. I could not believe it. I had only rode in a helicopter once before. While in the 3^rd Armored Division in Germany our Platoon Leader took us to sector. Sector defined the area we would defend when the Soviet Union and Warsaw Pact forces invaded West Germany. As part of our sector orientation the lieutenant arranged for a helicopter to take us up for a fly over. That was an awesome experience soaring over the Fulda Gap.

This helicopter was a lot larger than the two-seater I rode in Germany. The crew chief, load master, or whatever you call ‘em made sure we secured our gear. The jeep left and returned with another team. The crew chief also loaded a lot of food boxes and other cartons for the sites. Gear loaded we all found a seat and buckled ourselves into the harnesses.

In no time we felt the rotors accelerate. Everybody had a boyish smile on their face. None of us had expected this and it kind of made you feel like a kid. The chopper’s skids left the ground and we hovered while rotating to the left which faced us in a northern attitude. And then we moved, slowly gaining speed and altitude. In no time we streaked over fields. Below you could see horses pulling carts. Houses with green or red tiled roofs soon appeared as if they could fit in the palm of my hand. The land possessed serenity from this altitude. This had to be what the ancient poets saw when they called Korea the land of the morning calm. The terraced rice paddies carved into the hills and mountains added to the beauty of the fields in the valley.

I wondered if we might fly over Seoul. It would have been cool to see Itaewon from the sky. Wave down at the Kim sisters. Maybe spit on Miss Jin. But that was not to be.

The flight was incredible, though much too short. Soon we hovered atop a mountain. I could see a few small buildings inside a fence. Huge antennas were attached to frames that pointed northward and southward. A helipad could be seen next to a cliff and a green smoke grenade beckoned the pilot to land his bird.

The skids touched down gently and we moved. I have to admit I felt a bit afraid. The chopper’s blades spun and the thought of getting my head chopped off filled my imagination. I grabbed my duffle bag and tool box and set them to the side. We went back and grabbed other containers marked for this mountain.

We cleared all of our gear and the helicopter left with the other team. The cliff provided a great view of a valley. A river ran through it. Later I learned the river ran pretty close to the 38^th parallel and it marked the DMZ. Barracks had been built on both sides of the rivers but the rest of the land looked agrarian.

A tall Korean man stood near where the green smoke grenade smoldered the last of its green streaks. He wore khakis and had the stripes of a Corporal. His name tag spelled his name as Yi. He did not carry a pistol, but a long machete hung from his belt.

A jeep drove to our location and we loaded our gear in the back. It did not have a trailer so we walked up the hill and through the gate. Inside a glass booth another machete Korean guard watched us enter the compound. We passed two buildings on the way to the main structure. The jeep had parked in front.

We grabbed our tool kits and duffels and walked inside. There were two GIs on the mountain when we arrived. They showed us around. There was a kitchen with a circular dining room table to the left, while on our right there was a day room, a place to relax with couches and easy chairs. The one thing I did notice was the movie projector. We received new movies on each helicopter run. That was nice as we could get no television reception up on the mountain. VCRs were around but not common enough yet to make it to the mountain.

We had a choice of bunk rooms. They had sufficient bunks for a dozen soldiers to include lockers for storing you r gear. The bunk rooms were divided by the latrine. We had toilets and showers with hot and cold water, so life would be bearable up here.

We took our tools and put them in our work area. I choose to not discuss that space. I might be required to hunt you down and kill you if you learned what they do up there.

Went back to dining room where this little Korean man was cooking chili con carne. He was introduced as Chun Si, which translates as Mr. Chun. This guy cooked real good meals for us. You did not lose weight on the mountain. He lived in a village 20 minutes away from our location. One of the GIs that lived on the mountain would pick him up in the morning and drop him off in the evening.

The other Koreans stayed in the barracks closest to the guard post. I never entered that building. They worked two week shifts with two weeks off. They brought their own food and entertainment with them. The other building housed the generator which powered the entire compound. It also held the washing machine and dryer. Washing clothes there was always kind of embarrassing. The guards were nice fellows and I would start washing a load. When I would return for the next load they would have already moved the clothes to the dryer and started my next load. By the time it was done they would have washed, dried, and folded all my clothes. I would try and tip them, but they would never accept my money.

Only Corporal Yi entered the barracks and Chun Si. They would have long chats at the dining room table when Chun Si was not cooking. They never stepped beyond those areas. It seemed an invisible line existed that they would or could not cross.

I walked over to one of the GIs that worked on the mountain. He had real curly hair and I shall call him Curly. I asked, “What is this place called?”

He looked back at me and replied, “Welcome to Kamak-san.”

Zara’s Mama asked me in a recent post, “How many years to go before you think we can get our lives back for good (being a parent)?”

The question is honest and I believe she asked it because I griped about commitments with my children. And active children have quite a few appointments during any particular week with schooling, extra classes, sports, and clubs. Often I feel like a chaffeur as I race from one program to the next.

But ZM really got me thinking. When does a parent get their life back? Do you ever go back to the care free times when a husband and wife enjoy each other’s company. Times when one can just go see a film on a whim or go out to eat something ridiculoussy fun in the middle of the night.

But the day comes, or cums rather, that the rabbit dies. Even before the baby comes screaming into the world the parents’ life change. A new diet and sobriety is required by the mother to be and father may join in sympathy (or flaunt the ability to still enjoy these things while his honey cannot). Houses may be purchased, nurserys prepared, classes taken in an effort to be ready for the babe.

Once the child shows up, the parents go through a period of exhaustion. Sleep deprivation as the child’s tiny stomach must be filled during the wee hours, held when crying, or nursed when felling ill. This early dependence of the child on the parents creates a bond. Listening for baby burps and farts turns into making funny faces and eventually progresses into story time.

The child grows and parents are amazed at how time goes. One day you take your baby to pre-k and the next thing you know they are in High School. You stand around confused a bit. Have you given your child the right classes. Did you support the hobbies that enhances the child’s creativity or gives them a chance to get the multi million dollar sports contract? Are the funds building sufficiently for college?

I think the worries about a child never go away? Once they leave home for University the parents must sit home and wonder if their baby is going to class, making good friends, and why they keep asking for more money. When they come home you worry what they do, as they seek out High School friends and leave mom with the laundry and Dad the car so it can be maintenanced.

By now the parents are accustomed to booking their lives around children schedules. They are unsure how to use the free time they suddenly have, though they deny this among friends. But after all of these years can mom and dad go back to the honeymooners tussling under the sheets? Will the same sex drive be there. Or is this when those long ignored hobbies are explored once more? Could be that it is more likely the old folks sit around and wonder what the young un is up to?

And then the day arrives that your baby brings home someone else’s baby and they announce they are to be wed. Now life focuses on joining another couple. Maybe a sense of deja vu might be achieved as the elders recall their own mad dash to marriage. Before you know it they are married and on their own.

Old mom and dad most likely never get back to life as it was. Too much has happened. How likely they recognize themselves as the two giddy kids that walked down the aisle years ago?

And then they recieve news that they are grandparents. They can start the cycle again. But now they have an advantage. When the baby goes from a cute soft cooing creature and suddenly transforms into a screaming kicking little monster they can hand the child back to the parents. Grandparents have it good.

It reminds me of a Bill Cosby joke. Mr. Cosby was in a hospital with his first grandchild. He held the child firmly next to him. Mr. Cosby started talking to the baby. The first grandfatherly conversation.

He said, “Welcome to the world. You and me are going to be great friends. Yes we are. Do you know why we will be such good pals?”

He paused a bit cuddling the infant and then he spoke, “We will be such good friends because we share a common enemy.”

Then Bill looked up and smiled at the new parents. I kind of look forward to grandkids. Though I am happy to wait at least another decade.

Kids have changed my life irrevocably. There is no go back. No one can play a restart card. Ever! When I’m 60 and my kids have moved on I have no wish to do what I once did at 30.

I’ll continue to gripe about my little buggers sometimes. But that’s what happens when you put humans together. Someone has to give in. And a parent gives in usually for better or worse.

Sorry for being a stick in the mud. Several to do items all slammed down on the same day and I got carried away. I apologize for letting things get the best of me. Being Mr. Mom for three weeks straight contributed too I suppose. Don’t want to go that long on my own again. 

I appreciate all of the kind words from you all and I will do my best to stay happier. Especially in Bloggoland where you can see me.

But the good news is I got all of the to do crap down. Taxes, financials (still waiting on some data), more taxes, paying vendors, and writing notes to school teachers.

Just in time too. Next weekend is a three day with Monday holiday. I need some relaxing days. Go see DVC and MI-3.

Hope you don’t mind. I am not going to respond to the comments from yesterday. I prefer to move on. Come and join me.

Yep it is meme time again. I picked this up from Fantasy Flier, though I’ve seen a lot of you do it. Now I shall go forth and give it my spin.

I am so damn tired of taxes I cannot see straight. Does not help when I miss rules and affect others too.

I just now changed clothes as I am going out. I thought about DaVinci Code, but then my son reminded me of his school’s sports banquet.

I said okay son. I have not had a life in 14 years. Why would it start today?

I want to go to southeast Asia.

I wish I would get a book deal so I could quit working.

I hate having no control over my life.

I miss people I have never met.

I fear they will not like me when I show up and I cannot hide behind the filter of a keyboard and monitor.

I hear the voices from the anime show my son is watching.

I wonder if I really just bore everyone to death and they are just being polite.

I regret not being a better man.

I am not following any path it seems any more. I do not like accounting. I do not like taxes. I do not write the things that could possibly make some worthwhile income.

I made such a stupid mistake on the taxes. Wish I could afford to hire a tax expert. I now realize that me starting a CPA firm was a damn stupid idea.

I write all sorts of things. But I need to lock in on something and finish it. See if a publisher might be interested.

I confuse myself on a daily basis. My emotions have been tossing me like a salad lately. I’m wasting my time.

I need more discipline and sleep.

I should not get so attached to strangers. But I do.

I start jotting down good story ideas but I do not see them all the way through.

I finished the taxes. Hope my partners don’t hang me. Though I deserve it.

Not tagging anyone. Feel a bit depressed today. Maybe I will just go away for awhile. I don’t know why I feel like this.

Enjoy the rest of your weekend. And be of good cheer. I have to go to the banquet now.

Okay the big movie of 2006 is showing on the silver screen. I have read the book, but have yet to see the movie. I will view the film because I consider it entertainment and nothing more. I warn you there may be spoilers in this writing. Avoid this post if it might diminish your enjoyment from the flick or the book. But come back when you are done with the film and/or book.

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A lot of Christians have been offended by Dan Brown’s book. Being a Christian myself I do not care for the blasphemy that suggests Jesus married Mary Magdelene and fathered children. This blasphemy denies the resurrection of Christ. Already there are those that take Brown’s fiction as fact by promoting his story as a possibility. Christians should be able to recognize these folk. These same people take every effort to deny the efforts and results of the Lord Jesus Christ on the cross and in his ressurrection.

The problem many of us face is how do we present the resurrection of Christ in a way that supports the truth? More importantly how do we communicate this information to people that are considering salvation, but have been confused by this attack on Christianity? This is my suggestion.

The Sanhedrin hoped they would hear no more of Christ after they convinced the Romans to crucify him. But this did not occur and soon the word of resurrection reached them. The reappearance of Jesus gave the early Church hope and its numbers swelled because of this. This forced the Sanhedrin to act against the Christians. An example of this being Saul of Tarsus, the youngest member of the Sanhedrin ever, who was determeined to suppress the new church.

The Romans were not pleased at the news of the resurrection either. They found the Jews were a difficult people to rule. Awareness of this new religion following the Christ moved them to fear an uprising. When they heard of the resurrection, it intensified this concern.

What would have been the most effective way to debunk Christ’s resurrection? Produce a body. The Sanhedrin and Pontius Pilate would have gladly displayed the dead body of Christ in Jerusalem. They had no concerns regarding human rights or civil liberties in that day. Why did they not display Jesus’ corpse?

Because they had no body to display. They must have been tearing their hair out. The easiest proof to debunk Christ’s resurrection would have been to produce Christ’s corpse. They did not because they could not. If the corpse of Christ had been presented this would have been recorded in history. The opponents of the church would have made a concerted effort to record this and see the news spread in future histories.

When you watch DaVinci Code remember it is just a piece of fiction. When you hear people speak out and have doubts because of the misinformation regarding Christ and Mary Magdalene. Hold on to this fact and keep your faith strong. Spread the truth where and when it needs to be heard.