I had a good weekend. I heard a “good sermon” on Friday night, and a then nearly severed my thumb while going down a waterslide Saturday. (Slight exaggeration there… it’s still mostly attached.) I have a new appreciation for the type of person who would drive 3½ hours and back to visit someone, but still lacking any appreciation whatsoever for spiders.
How many people would you kill for the security of your country? For the security of your country’s economy? For the benefit of your family? For the career of a collegue? The difference between ‘right’ and ‘wrong’ has never seemed so obvious… and has never seemed so impossibly vague.
I have strayed like a lost sheep.
Seek your servant,
for I have not forgotten your commands.