There was a place, there was a time, when a favorite passtime was a pleasant drive along a winding country road on a fine, sunny Sunday afternoon, admiring the scenery, stopping at a shady spot for a leisurely family picnic.
Well, that was here and that was then.
Now, things are different, and here is not there.
Over there they don’t have roadside picnics, they have roadside bombs. Never mind the ants and the bees; your leg was just blown off. Just look at all the blood. No, that’s not ketchup.
Oh well. Life goes no . . . for some anyway. Does it bother you . . . a little? What can you do about it? What will you do about it?
“There’s nothing I can do”.
You can do something. God is waiting, patiently waiting, for you to do something.