Okay, God, Send Me

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ll 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.