Tears…Finally

Yes. It’s been quite a while since I’ve written a blog post. What can I say? Life has been more than crazy lately. It is still 2020 y’all. As an essential truck driver I’ve been working 5-6 days per week. Things seem to be slowing down…finally. The Apainter Paul has been equally as busy. So much so that he’s been begging me to help him a few times. I’ve done so just to get a break from driving constantly…finally. This world…I never expected to see what I’m seeing in my lifetime. I don’t understand why so many people want to destroy the most powerful and financially successful country on the planet…especially those who have benefited from it so much. The hatred is beyond comprehension. No matter what anybody says it goes too deep to be merely a racial thing. Blacks are killing blacks just to have someone to kill to make their point, which has become so unclear that nobody knows what this is all about, I’m afraid. If I didn’t know there’s a spiritual battle raging behind the scenes I would be totally confused. I don’t watch the news. I used to when I had a more normal life. From what I hear the newscasts have gone so one-sided on their views that nobody is just stating the facts and letting us decide what to do with it. I stay up to date on things by reading what my friends are posting on Facebook. Some of them have put things up that are confusing but they try their best I’m sure. The violence has gotten out of hand. That’s a gross understatement. I’m not talking about the peaceful protests. Those are free speech. That’s healthy and good. I mean the looting, burning, raping, killing, extreme violence that some political leaders are somehow condoning. I read about some guy going for a walk in his usually peaceful neighborhood to get an ice cream cone. He’d done this dozens of times. This time he feels something on his back. A man walks past him, turns around and says, “You deserve that.” The guy feels his back and blood is pouring down. Doctors had to remove part of his lung to save him. Why? The next day I read about someone who was working a part time job delivering for the postal service. He gets a flat tire so he calls for help from the local police department. By the time a deputy arrived somebody shot the man waiting in the truck. Why? Fortunately, there was a multi-agency manhunt put out and three men were arrested for that murder. I don’t think they knew they killed a state police officer who was planning on retiring next year. He was a year younger than me. A wave of grief flooded over me at that point. I set my phone down, crawled into the bed in my sleeper berth of my semi and let the tears flow…finally. I begged God to bring this to an end. Was it this bad in Noah’s day? A breaking point is what I experienced. I hope we all do soon if we haven’t yet.