Wasn’t it pretty? And so touching? All those starry-eyed people, screaming and chanting for their favorite superstar? I mean, their new president?
There were highlights—I was fortunate enough to catch one of those: the beautiful musical quartet that performed “Simple Gifts.” What an amazing gift that truly was, sandwiched among so many ceremonial displays and double-speak. I guess I did get tearful, after all, during all the hoopla.
I don’t mean to be such a cynic. I don’t want to be that way. Honestly, I didn’t watch much of the day’s events; when I did, the thing that blew me away was the sheer number of humans who’d flooded that great city just to be there for such a monumental day.
But now the new guy’s moved in, and he’s signing liberal papers so fast that the ink isn’t yet dry before the order’s been hurried off his desk. Abortion rights and funds increased, prisons closed… (Hey, did you buy a firearm yet, or ammo that isn’t numbered?) If Great Britain is any indication of where we’re headed, then Sharia law is coming soon (see here),
and also here). We can even look for the food police (see here).
I wonder what the future holds for our country. I will be praying for this new administration, of course—we’re instructed to do that, even if/especially when we don’t agree with everything they do. I urge you to do the same. Go here if you need some starters.