Last night I drove out to the Blue Ridge Parkway to sleep under the stars. The moon was full and beautiful, but shone so brightly that none of the stars were visible.
This is probably the beginning of some meaningful allusion referencing the frailness of plans and the virtue of potential. However, right now I don't have my head on straight enough to attempt such a subject.

I'll try again later.

woah

If you want to make a mind-blowing prophetic connection, read Psalms 22 in conjunction with Mark 15:34 and consider the following:

Jesus cried out from the cross, "Eloi, Eloi, lama sabachthani?" which is, being interpreted, "My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me?" Many people believe that this was expressive of his lamentation at the Lord turning away from Christ as he took on the sins of the world.
However, there may be an alternative explanation.

Please take the time to now read Psalms 22 in its entirety:
http://www.gnpcb.org/esv/search/?q=psalms+22

The Pharisees were standing around the base of the crucifixion site and heard these words spoken. These were men who had dedicated their lives to memorizing the Hebrew scriptures. Although Jesus did not have the strength to recite every piece of this prophecy that was recorded over 1000 years prior, they were able to fill in the blanks.

Mark 15:
"38 And the curtain of the temple was torn in two, from top to bottom. 39 And when the centurion, who stood facing him, saw that in this way he breathed his last, he said, “Truly this man was the Son of God!”"

Note: this was written on July 3. Thank you.


And so, ladies and gentlemen, we've come to the 234th anniversary of our country being declared an independent nation.
I know that there are a lot of problems within the infrastructure of this great nation. I am also aware that there is sentiment aplenty worldwide that we are handling our business all wrong.


Let me tell you why I love America.

I love the Southeast. I love boiled peanuts. I love the Appalachian mountains. I love looking at pictures of places out west that I have never been to, but would like to see. I love fishing. I love Ford trucks (particularly mine). I love the freedoms that we enjoy and the people that fight to protect them. I love being able to walk down to a Hardee's and have a cup of coffee on any given morning. I love the gift of an accessible education. I love grilling Sunday dinner with my dad on our back porch. I love a well-stocked hardware store. I love the smell of apple pie and peach cobbler. I love a good Arnold Palmer (both the drink and the man). I love sitting in a rocking chair and watching the sun set. I love Levi's bluejeans. I love waking up early Saturday mornings to eat cereal and watch cartoons. I love sports. I love dressing up for church, then hurrying home after service to get into some real clothes. I love barbecue.
I love that anyone on any given day possess the inalienable right to disagree with anything that I say.

I know we have our problems, but this is still the greatest country on the face of the earth.

It is, and will always be, my home.