Our nation is not only in a financial mess; we’re in a moral crisis. Just as we believe we can have our financial and materialistic cake and eat it, too, we act as if we can live any way we want to today, no matter who gets hurt, and work it all out and make it all right someday when we get old and gray. It doesn’t work that way: words have meaning, and actions have consequences. Forgiveness is available through Christ, but it doesn’t remove the consequences in this life.
It’s time to pay the piper. And God have mercy on us all.
/sermon
I’ve started my Cybils reading: middle grade fiction that’s nominated for the Children’s and Young Adult Bloggers’ Literary Awards. So far, of the books nominated in my category, over fifty, I’ve read six. I hope to read all of the nominated books I can get into my hot little reading hands. I’m thankful for libraries.
Several people “heart” my blog, and for that I am truly thankful. I enjoy blogging for my own purposes and to record my own memories, and the fact that other people enjoy reading what I have written and participating in the Saturday Review and Author Celebrations is just icing on the cake. Thanks to all of you who like my blog well enough to come and read and comment. And special thanks to those who favored me with a mention:
Wonderful bookish blogs with good taste in blog-love.
Beautiful and talented Eldest Daughter, who resides in Nashville these days, has written an autumn poem and posted it at her Xanga. I think that some of you poetry-lovers and lovers of autumn would enjoy her poetic endeavors almost as much as her most partial critic, Mom. So here’s a link.
Enjoy the season, crisis or no, and keep it real. (Wow, blogging really does help me to get get from Point A to Point B, emotionally speaking. I started out with a rather admonishing sermon and ended with a “sense of hope.” Not bad for a Sunday.)
Sherry,
Your daughter’s poem is lovely. She reminds me of myself–not, of course, that I could write anything like that, but that I might think it.