Funny how you think of things that you want to say, but when you get the chance they slip away. Case in point, this blog. I'll see something interesting or have some revelation while driving (this is pretty typical with the distances that I drive) and think, I have to write about this. Of course, by the time I get home, I forget to post it probably because I am putting away groceries or I just plain forget about it after bring my stuff in from the truck. So what am I posting this morning? The fact that I can't remember. Some things that I really think are important, I'll record as a voice memo in my PDA (or my electronic brain as I like to call it). That works well.
Yesterday, the vague subjects that I was thinking about posting were another musical commentary, but the song and artist I was listening to at the time escapes me, Something I read on another blog about college students, and something to do with fear and stretching out of your comfort zone.
Today is the day to vote (I think that might have been something on a post that I forgot). I was reading something from somebody that they weren't going to vote because of how the system is a complete farce. There is some truth to what they said(I won't go into the details, just trust me on this by following the rest of this, besides I am trying to remember what I read, since I don't remember where I read it). There is an impression that the system doesn't work and that it is driven by the extremely rich. That's is true to a certain extent, but not completely. If I remember right the post by this person was pretty cynical (I just remembered my musical commentary. Artist: Five Iron Frenzy. Song: That's How the Story Ends.). It was probably from one of our former youth group members that is in college, that's not a surprising thing. It's easy to get cynical in the first few years outside of the cocoon of the parents. I did. It took a while come out of. Here's the excerpt from the song that I wanted to post on.
In a discussion that I had with someone about 10 years ago(I remember it because of the place in which the conversation took place), they thought that the US would have collapsed after 10 years(and here we are 10 years later). I thought that if the US were to collapse it would be in 50 years. As I remember the discussion the difference between us was that I had more hope and less cynicism than the other. Over the years, I see now that my cynicism was dying and is now long since dead and that hope and faith in God to guide not only me, but the nation as a whole has increased to where I don't think this nation will collapse. I have no illusions about the political system in America, but for the most part it does work, good things get done (bad things do to, but in time most of those have gotten righted). Being selfish human beings, we corrupt a system that should work well, but we have gotten away from the way it was intended to be, all in the name of progress. So for me I will vote and pray that God's will be done in the election. Whoever we get, I have faith that the right things will result in time. Patience and Longsuffering (parts of the fruits of the Spirit) are key in life.
How distinctly I remember,
It was in a bleak December,
and each dying ember,
wrought it's ghost about the floor.
I heard a voice that chilled my spine,
I saw what I could not define,
a sight I never could contrive,
there stood Brad at last, alive.
"Where have you been these endless years?"
I asked him, sobbing through my tears,
"I did not die by plague or prison,
what really died is cynicism."
Wow, I got somewhere, and posted one thing on here when I thought I had forgotten it.