sus has said, "If ye love me, keep my commandments." John 14:15. Love
for God will make us careful to keep His sayings and He will give us a
peace that the world cannot take away from us. We can't find soul peace
in the world. And after all, my dear grandson, we want to live so we can
live with our inner self. God created us with a part of Himself in us.
There is something within us that looks up to a Creator. Some will
disregard the true God and worship the gods of stone etc. They think
that will satisfy the longing in their souls but it doesn't. Only when
we are in contact with the true God can we find real peace.

Now my dear grandson, and all who read this, take the true key to peace
and let it open your heart and by prayerfully seeking God, you can have
peace in your soul. I love the souls of all mankind and want everyone
who will desire peace in their heart with God, to make it into heaven by
observing the Word of God.

--Grandma Miles (A. Marie Miles)

"I Can Handle It"

"What does Jeff's death mean to me? Well, some kids will probably stop
dropping flippies for awhile. I mean, you got to watch that stuff and
know what you're getting so you don't take some with too much rat poison
in it. Me, I know what I am doing, I can handle it."

This was the answer to a question asked of one of Jeff Stewart's friends
who came to the cemetery, with other barefooted friends, who were
clutching wild flowers, to place on his grave. Jeff Stewart was the son
of a Methodist preacher and had refused to listen to his parents. They
had pled with him in tears to turn away from drugs. He had gotten into
it through others' influence, but when his parents tried to help him, he
would generally say, "I can handle it."

Jeff Stewart was a handsome boy, so said his mother, and a B student. He
was only 17, but had died of an overdose of barbiturates on August 22,
1970 in a shack that he and his drug addicted friends had built on a
side street in Hopewell, New York. In the midst of "rock music" he and
his friends "smoked marijuana" and "dropped acid," (LSD) regularly.

At times Jeff wanted to get off drugs and had told his mother that he
wished he had never started taking drugs, was a little boy again and
could start life all over.

There is a struggle going on in the minds of every young teen-ager. At
times he is a carefree person but then at other times he tries to act
grown up or feels that he knows what he should do and the pa