The Spiritual Impact of Richard Crouch

The Spiritual Impact of Richard Crouch

To build up kingdoms or to obliterate entire cities, who really makes these

crucial decisions? If only mankind possessed the ability to merely decipher

these inevitable events. People arrogantly assume that mankind has

independently brought forth civilization's advancements that are now taken for

granted, yet the greatest minds that comprise the earth's population are held

captive to the weakest components of the populace; therefore, the endless

supply of tangible relics, provided by society's technological and developing

tendencies, which relentlessly bring forth the reduction of earth's population

are not only far beyond our understanding, but are also petty excuses for our

excessive egos to surpass the confines of our own intelligence. Implying that

where mankind now resides is a result of the accomplishments of its own

inhabitants would also imply that the creator of this world we live in has

little to no understanding of the creation itself. Religion decides whether

kingdoms are built up or entire cities are obliterated, and religion is

determined through the spiritual guidance imposed upon the lives of all

individuals. It has been imposed on me, specifically, by the man who impacted

my views on this world to a profound extent.

Religion has consistently kept the earth moving in whichever direction we

are headed since the beginning of time. Regardless of the opinions of

scholars, the birth of religion is, and will remain to be, an unknown variable

in this ever-changing world. Not to say that religion doesn't have a

profoundly precise origin for the individuals that inhabit this not so humble

earthly abode. The birthplace of the provider for my particular religious

beliefs was Alexandria, Louisiana.

Richard Crouch, the maternal grandfather of the genetics that have

published my existence here on earth, was the origin of my own particular

religious beliefs. The pride that this man derived from merely being my

grandfather can only be interpreted as demeaning when compared to the pride

that he would acquire through the knowledge of the instrumental work of Christ

that was pursued through his existence in implanting religion into this life of

mine that he cherished so dearly. The loss of this extraordinary loved one

should have left this family incapable of recovery. When faced with such a

tragedy, it would seem as if only mourning and abdication are capable of

following. Inevitable exceptions are made for the loss of a man of my

grandfather's caliber in this world. God had other unimaginable ideas as to

how Richard Crouch's random death would be recollected. My grandfather would

leave nothing short of a miracle in our hearts to forever remind us to remain

humble.

This gentleman, my grandfather, was an incredible being of unyielding

faith. Even when my adolescence prevented me from understanding the importance

of the integrity of such an idol, Richard's presence was