El Magnifico has a good golf buddy who is sweet, funny . . . and uber-competitive. The other day, he didn’t play so well. That night, he texted El Mag with a unique excuse:
He had come home from golf, went to take a shower, and realized that he had had his underwear on backwards the whole time!
I laughed, but then realized that is exactly how the last several months have felt.
I mean, amid the covid-19 debacle, the perplexing hatred of President Trump, the trashing of our downtowns and historic statues, the Nazi-style edicts that 100% of us must wear masks when the actual death rate from this virus is about .000001% of the population . . .
. . . it all feels wrong. It feels confusing. It feels messed up. It feels uncomfortable. It feels unfunctional. It feels like we’re off our game. It feels un-American.
It feels like, as a nation, we have our underwear on backwards!
Let’s straighten up and fly right, eh? Let’s pray more, and argue less. Let’s get this nation and the relationships of the people within it back up to par. †
The Lord also will be a refuge for the oppressed,
a refuge in times of trouble.
And they that know thy name
will put their trust in thee:
for thou, Lord, hast not forsaken them that seek thee.
By Susan Darst Williams • 7/6/2020 • www.RadiantBeams.org • © 2020