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TANATA is devoted to discussing the paradoxes and the mysteries of life, among which is the paradox of the coexistence of good and evil. “God is love,” John tells us. Evil exists, we would suggest, not because God is detached or unconcerned, but because free will exists which is required for true, unforced love to exist. Still, it is painfully hard to reconcile this paradox. We believe that all evil one day will be judged and destroyed, until then we must pray.

DANIEL 7:13-14

13 “I was watching in the night visions, and behold, One like the Son of Man, coming with the clouds of heaven! He came to the Ancient of Days, and they brought Him near before Him.

14 Then to Him was given dominion and glory and a kingdom, that all peoples, nations, and languages should serve Him. His dominion is an everlasting dominion, which shall not pass away, and His kingdom the one which shall not be destroyed.


7 Behold, He is coming with clouds, and every eye will see Him, even they who pierced Him. And all the tribes of the earth will mourn because of Him. Even so, Amen.

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Thinking man's Appalachia ...


Nobody may particularly care where we’re from, but since we do (though we haven’t always), we thought we would provide a couple of links to give you a flavor of our neck of the woods. One of the best websites for all things Appalachian is called Hillbilly Savants. More will follow. So check ‘er out.

Here’s another good one Appalachian History.

By the way, a savant is a learned person with a particular area of special knowledge. We don’t claim to be one of these necessarily … but the hillbilly label is something we can’t shed altogether, living in the hills of Tennessee and on the Cumberland Plateau, as we do. We’re all originally from Virginia and North Carolina, but we’ve spent quite a bit of time overseas, especially in East Africa, where the people are even friendlier than here. (Lots of Yankees have moved in, you understand).

Anyway … enjoy your visit to the Smoky and Blue Ridge Mountains, et al, and according to the Davy Crockett song, “the greenest state in the land of the free,” which is probably Oregon or Washington with all the rain they get, but we get our share. And humid … man! In summertime the sultry, close conditions here’ll peel a stamp right off an envelope if it ain’t stuck on good. Oh, and moonshine, though we we’ve never imbibed much of it, if it’s made right … can be about the smoothest butt-kickin’ drink you ever poured into your gullet. 

— rcg