It feel's like we've been here before. The world as we know it is awash like the troubled seas of the North Atlantic heaving under an angry February Nor' Easter. No one is immune as even the best prepared are slashed by the sea's icy breath. Then along comes one promising to calm the seas with stirring words of Hope and Change.
I only know of one who could truly speak to the wind and the waters. Others had tried, only to be revealed as either pious frauds or maniacal madmen, whose darkened hearts were shrouded and dripping of death.
When will we learn that there is only one who offers genuine hope, and radical, thransformational change?