I'm not going to say anything.
I'm letting the celebrities and pundits and talking heads slobber over every inch of this Inauguration day.
There are days to speak. Days to listen. Then, there are days to observe, quietly and with God as your only company. And...maybe a glass of wine. Or two.
Today there is hope. There truly is. And it has absolutely nothing to do with Washington D.C. or Oprah or a man some want to crown King.
But hope, real hope, is alive.
It was yesterday, the day before, eight years before, thousands of years earlier, and every moment from then until the end. Hope came with one man, who will never die. And there is where hope resides.
So tomorrow, definitely tomorrow, my comments and sarcasm and observations will return. But today, I think you need something more.
A friend sent me this:
9 Before long the crooks will be bankrupt;God-investors will soon own the store.
11 Down-to-earth people will move in and take over,relishing a huge bonanza.
13 But God isn't losing any sleep; to him they're a joke with no punch line.
18 God keeps track of the decent folk;what they do won't soon be forgotten.
19 In hard times, they'll hold their heads high;when the shelves are bare, they'll be full.
21 Wicked borrows and never returns;Righteous gives and gives.
28 God loves this kind of thing,never turns away from his friends.
Live this way and you've got it made,
but bad eggs will be tossed out.
35 I saw Wicked bloated like a toad,croaking pretentious nonsense.
36 The next time I looked there was nothing—a punctured bladder, vapid and limp.
37 Keep your eye on the healthy soul,scrutinize the straight life;
There's a future
in strenuous wholeness.
40 God-strengthened, we're delivered from evil—when we run to him, he saves us.