Today I am digging up this thought from last fall.
"This morning I woke up with the type of joy many people crave for... Thankful for the new day that our God gave us, I woke up and got ready for class. By the time I made it to breakfast I had even more JOY than I had woken up with. How GREAT is our God?
On this 18th day of November.. I will live it just like normal..
class and work; the non-stop timeline.
Only one more week until we go home to enjoy one of the great holidays of America. Thanksgiving, a day we celebrate to remember the Pilgrims who came over and started this country we call America. The country where garments are made to a size no hungry child can imagine.. Where gold and silver fall out of our pockets like lint. A country that has more idols than the blind Sumerians. The people and the streets are no different than the wretched gimcracks of Rome.
Freedom is the least of our worries when there is no peace.
So, as a prayer, I pray for our free country. She depicts a prison. I pray she will one day become different, That the people will stand up and go against the grain. That our beautiful country will one day strive to be original. This is a prayer that aches for world peace and no partiality.