A sparkling blue morning, calm at first, but with a very slight haze. Maybe it was salty droplets carried over from distant stormy seas.
Signs in the news of distant and not so distant governments undermining democracy, and I feel as if the world has slipped out of my hands – my voice no longer matters, maybe it never did. In Russia, any opposition to Putin gets attacked physically, it appears. In America, the government is trying to sabotage the postal service so it can win the election, and in our country, the government seems to spend more time blaming its loyal servants than it does running the country. But the new thing for me is, all these strategies work!
I can’t get out of my head the image of young Johnson farting in the dorm, and learning how to point the finger at someone else, a skill that will stay with him for the rest of his life.
Those three countries are very different, but one thing they have in common is that at the very highest level, money talks,
I believe this is God’s world – but I’m not always sure just how that works. But then, no world is so God-forsaken as was the world of the brutal Romans who executed Jesus.