Sunday, May 17, 2020

Send Me

All this I saw, as I applied my mind to everything done under the sun. There is a time when a man lords it over others to his own hurt. Then too, I saw the wicked buried – those who used to come and go from the holy place and receive praise in the city where they did this. This too is meaningless. ~ Ecclesiastes 8.9-10 (NIV)
“When in the course of human events
it becomes necessary….”*
Tough times bring out the best—
and the worst—
in us.
But wait a minute. Go back to the first,
to “When.” To The Teacher’s “a time.”
Simple words?
No. Not simple, not here.
When’s it when? Who told the
scared patriots in Philadelphia heat?
“With a firm reliance on the protection of Divine
Providence, we mutually pledge to each other our
Lives, our Fortunes, and our sacred Honor.”

I’m scared now like they were then.
God, I feel like Isaiah. Woe is me.
But if you say so, here I am.
Send me.**
*US Declaration of Independence
**Isaiah Chapter 6


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