It's one of those "tween days" here in Suburbia Majora. By tween days, I'm speaking of a weather pattern where if it were a few degrees on either side, it would either be cold an d damp or hot and muggy. But for now, its clammy and unsettled. Long sleeves would be too much, yet short sleeves aren't quite enough. On a plus, the atmosphere is very stable so the chances for story weather are pretty much removed. So for now, its relaxing in the comfortable chair and reflecting on the passing scene. Believe me, there is plenty to consider in the age of Biden and his nascent Authoritarian State.
Our collective Saturday is ensconced in a mist of global instability where bad actors have moved into the vacuum created by the loss of our national standing. A frail putative figurehead POTUS, and cabinet have emboldened imperialistic competitors to become predators, preying on their neighbors. We're witnessing this in the Ukraine and without Divine intervention, I fear we'll see this repeat in the Taiwan Strait. Will Israel follow behind?
These are moments where I find a harbor of refuge in both Holy Scripture and music. The words of The Almighty promise us that this world is indeed, enroute to Hell in a hand basket. Yet, He will right the ship and make all things new at His return where:
He will come again in glory to judge the living and the dead, and his kingdom will have no end.Yet, in the meantime, He's promised us His presence through the person of the Holy Spirit as a comforter and counselor.
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