The Real Battle

The Real Battle Is Within You
As I sit down to write, battles and fires are raging across America's cities and in me.
Jesus said that the hearts of many would grow cold in the last days because evil would become rampant and people would say "Yes" when they really mean "No", and a Lie would be considered a Truth. We appear to be in such a time and place as he described, and I, like many of you, find myself growing weary and cold, having weathered this evil generation, watching the deterioration since my birth. Coldness seems like a place of refuge in such a case, and Hate is following her lead; both are deterrents to fighting well and surviving. I want to fight well and to do more than survive; I want to thrive! So it follows that I don't want to grow Cold or fall into the dark well of Hate. It appears the first battle is spiritual, as the battleground is invisible in the Heart and Mind.
We are instructed by Christ's Apostles to ready ourselves for battle; to put on the full armor of the spirit of God; that we might stand and fight the Good Fight in the evil day. Let that day and hour not be like a thief in the night; it appears night has come, this is not the day or hour to hide among the cliffs. Ready yourself if you haven't, begin in your heart and mind; humble yourself before the Lord, seek His face, turn from wickedness, pray for you, and then for our land.

Your prayers are needed and can turn this madness around; hate will only fan the flames. I plan to love, not hate; think, not react.

May peace and safety be restored in our land.

Destination Uncertain

You find yourself in an abandoned train car; outside the door is outer space; your head is swirling as Rod Serling narrates your experience. “You've entered The Twilight Zone.”
I took this original photo of a retired train car at Pollen Park in Raleigh, NC.  My interpretation of the subject follows the train as it enters its twilight of life; outside, no longer heard are the sounds of people hustling to make the noon train, it's now replaced with the sounds of night creatures and the solar winds. The door is open, allowing light reflected off the moon to fill the car with a pale light, revealing the reds and washing out the blues. Peering out the door, she can see stars hanging in the darkness like beacons beckoning travelers to come and see. But no soul peers from the window and dreams of visiting the distant lights, for this train is fixed and will never visit the lights, for it has traveled its last track; the hiss of steam and its warm breath is no longer fed by the Fireman, and so its flame no longer licks at his shovel. Be not sad for the little engine, he traveled his world, investigated every tunnel, and felt the cool evening air brush past, cooling his hot wheels as he raced every stretch of the track and rounded every turn. He is at peace as he rests among the stars, but you, my friend, have not traveled far or long enough and must continue on your way.