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AN ESSAY BY A. H. BROUGHTON The following essay is by a dear Christian brother from Wales, A. H. Broughton. My father corresponded with him in the 1970s and 1980s. Bro. Broughton mailed this study to Dad in the form of a little pamphlet and had asked for it to be returned once Dad had finished reading it, as copies were limited. In a previous post I referred to this pamphlet because I had stumbled across a letter dated February, 1978 that Dad wrote to Broughton. Here is a portion: .  . . .I have some rather bad news.  I hope you will forgive me, but your last correspondence was lost—how I. . . .

WRITTEN SHORTLY BEFORE CONVERTING FROM Agnosticism TO Christianity My father struggled with his faith as a young adult, into his 40s. Yet he didn’t quit thinking about Biblical concepts. He wanted Christianity to be true. The following was written to a dear friend in answer to her questions regarding the doctrine predestination. (When Dad wrote a letter to someone it was a treatise! Haha). This letter was written shortly before he became a believer. (It takes a minute for all the pages to load. Perhaps I’ll convert them to HTML in the future). 1969-letter-page-1 Page-2 Page-3 page. . . .

The Birth announcement Revisited The Holy Scriptures in the original languages were written with no punctuation. The interpreters added it later (beginning in the 3rd century?) to make the text more readable. Even among editors and scholars, there is disagreement on where to place punctuation marks. So imagine this verse without punctuation: Glory to God in the highest and on earth peace good will toward men. Luke 2:14 KJV And lets say we are the interpreters. And we remember the scripture that says the Christ child shall be called Emmanuel (God with us). Behold, a virgin shall be with child. . . .

My father was born on June 11, 1925. He passed away in July of 2000. I miss him more now than ever. As I delve into deeper theology and go behind him studying the same things that he studied, I long to talk to him, ask him questions, sit as his feet learning about the Kingdom of God. When Dad’s health first began to decline, I wrote a poetic essay about him. I think it must have been around 1990. I was in my early 30s at the time. So here is a glimpse into our history. The angels whispered Well-meaning family members suggest we, my husband and I, get out from under the burden of caring. . . .

My dad was a music lover. He especially loved Classical music, and especially Mozart.  Dad was also an audiophile. He had the best hi-fidelity stereo of his day.  The speakers, which he built himself, were huge, taking up much space in our living room. Tragically, Dad became completely deaf in his early 60s.  I asked him if he missed listening to his music. His reply surprised me.  He said, “No.  That is just one less thing I have to worry about.” You see, by that time, Dad was content.  He spent his days studying the Bible and writing.  His worldly. . . .