Tuesday, January 17, 2006
“Even youths grow tired and weary, and young men stumble and fall; but those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint.”
An entire year of my life has now been consumed by this, and there is no end in sight.
I have sold all that I can sell, borrowed all that I can borrow. I know not when I last had breakfast, lunch, and dinner all in the same day, but my stomach surely remembers what my head cannot. My life is rusting away before my very eyes.
When all that remains is the breath in my lungs, I have no choice but to exhale. As destiny cannot be seen with open eyes, that with meaning cannot be found until that without has been lost. I must walk by faith, not by sight. Alas, eagles fly alone.
I may not have money, power, or title, but I have hunger. And hunger knows no fear.
Patriots now number a slim minority in a land where the majority rules, and I tire of feeling like a foreigner in the nation of my birth. But the wind has changed course, and the fires are burning within. While we may not own it, this country belongs to us.
