What I Was Going to Say

I wrote a very stirring piece tonight. And I'm afraid to post it. Is this what we've come to?

I have maybe 5 readers. I don't know. I don't have a site meter and I'm pretty sure I don't want to have one because I'm too concerned with what people think of me even without that kind of knowledge. But for practical purposes I'll estimate 5, on a good day. If that. And most of them have similar political, ethical, and moral beliefs, I assume.

But I'm afraid to post something that I fully believe on the off chance that "someone" will pop in and, what(?), disagree? Harm my family? I don't know. Would anything I say make a difference in anyone's life? A big enough difference that they would even bother with me?

Probably not. But I hesitate nonetheless.

This is the world in which we live. And if we don't fight it, they will continue to stifle us.

Do you ever go to a professional football game, look around the stands at the 30,000 in attendance and wonder if the stadium is the next target? Am I the only one? Big new years party? Long flight? Billy Graham crusade?

Pray for the wisdom of our president and our elect. Pray for America. Pray for peace, yes, but pray.

We must not live like this.