On a walk today, I realized I’d rather be confident and wrong than unsure and right. There’s much to be said about the health of a confident mind vs. its counterpart. Boldness is rich, uncertainty seems weak. Afterward, I picked up Paul Harvey’s America and I’m surprised at Mr. Harvey’s unyielding contributions to Christianity through his broadcasts. Without his identifiable brand and army of an audience, I wonder if Harvey would have survived this generation of patriarical impartiality– that’s what I’m calling America’s abolition of remnants that credit God for this nation and those that declare the allegiance our founding father’s had to His Majesty. I would have loved to have heard Harvey sound the trumpets on the newest wave of “political correctness”. It’s a shame the Harvey days of, what I’m claiming as uprightness, are disappearing with the sands of liberal times.

On another note, I’ve read quite a few scripts, speeches and writings by Mr. Harvey. One particulary captured my attention as a powerful, seductive challenge. He said “Trust me to paint pictures on the mirror of your mind and I will let you feel such agony and ecstasy, such misery and majesty… as you would never be able to feel by merely looking at it.” I lose my breath just typing it. I’m a videographer by trade, but I think Harvey’s daring confidence has made me a believer in air waves!