I am a little unusual because I am the forerunner of the health food craze. You see, I lived in the Biblical times. Open your Bibles and find out who I am. I am a lover of honey , but not the honey from apiaries. I prefer wild honey. Although I am not a vegetarian , my meat would not be served at the Black Angus. I prefer short–horned grasshoppers or cicadas; they are rather crunchy, but taste delectable. Have you ever tried them? Although I am not a Pentecostal, the first time I met the Christ I lept for joy. As a matter of fact, I am from a rather staid family. My great grandfather a number of generations ago was Aaron, the brother of Moses. My fire and brimstone preaching attracted great crowds, but eventually I lost my head over the matter and that was that.

Do you remember the chariot race in the epic Ben Hur? Although I lived earlier than that time, I was also very good with the chariot. How did I become such an expert? In the army of course. The lookout at Jezreel cried out, “The driving is like that of . . . the son of Nimshi.” (That is my grandfather’s name. My father was Jehoshaphat, but he is not as famous as my grandfather, and so I am often called “the son of Nimshi.”) “He drives like a madman” (NIV).

Lt. Glenn P. Palmer, the writer, is stationed in Belgium. His address is USDAO Embassy, APO NY 09667.