I have never considered myself an intellectual. I always thought they would be much more intelligent than I am. I find now that it is not by our intelligence that we form ideas but our curiosity. As I get older, I find I am much more apt to dwell on a subject or idea. Perhaps it's because I have more time to do so, but I think it has more to do with a genuine interest or a more intense caring for what matters. Of course I speak of what matters to me. But earnestly my feeling is that what matters to me should matter to everyone, because most of what I think about these days concerns the human condition.
My home is in the USA and I am afraid that the average American just goes through their daily routine without giving a great deal of thought to how blessed we are to live here. "There but for the grace of God go I" is a phrase that has been heard many times, but Oh My, when you think of it. I might have been born in Somalia, in Iran, Afghanistan or deep in the Amazon. But no, I was born in Philadelphia on the 4th of July and perhaps that is one of the reasons I care so much. It makes me cry to learn of the way we treat one another. The way our government tells us stories, half truths and out and out lies. It is said that we shouldn't talk politics or religion if we don't want to start a fight. The problem is that it is pretty much all I think about so why wouldn't I speak of these things.
On my mind today......
1.)Benghazi and the cover up.
2.)The Holy Spirit and how to pray in spirit and in truth.
3.)Favorite old hymns.
4.)Golf.
