Freedom.

I slept well last night. Then I woke up and it was 1950 all over again.

Students protest. It’s what one generation does to get the attention of their parents and grandparents. Especially when their parents are so closed minded they choose to behave as if the younger generation doesn’t have the right to disagree.

Guess what? They do have a right to form their own opinions. It’s called, “freedom,” or spiritually, “free will.” Perhaps we should put our bulldozers away making way for the Holy Spirit to move instead?

I am deeply disturbed. Not so much by the man elected President. Not by a woman who shot her family dog still being appointed to a cabinet position. I’m not even upset with the hypocrisy of two men ganging up against a third man proclaiming the third man’s outfit of choice disrespects our country. (Meanwhile, the same two men welcomed a man wearing a T-shirt and ball cap into a staff meeting led by the President of the United Stated of America.)

What upsets me more is the lack of conviction among the majority of our nation’s Christians. Would the real Christians please stand up? Please. Stand up.

Just know this, if God’s chosen people do not think God cares about the Palestinian people, they don’t know God.

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