Thursday, June 11, 2009
Yesterday's news bothered me something awful. After 88 years on this earth, the man was still so full of hatred. How can that be? What does God do with people like that? How can there be freaks out there applauding this action? Today, as I worked, I fretted about this, about hatred in general, about anger, and the sorry state of this world. As I worked in a swamp, the wind rustled the cattails. "sssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssshhhhh..." was the sound, as if God had whispered to the wind, who passed it on to the cattails, who shared the word with me. And so I shushed. Right there in the middle of the swamp, I was still, and I knew that He was God.