They seem to think it's simple.
Or maybe it's me. I spent the day attending soccer games, watching college football, feeding my kids, laying on the couch. Even got into a discussion about how anti-depressants and anti-anxiety medicine should best be used.
But it's simple. Bomb Syria or feed Syria. Love Syria or hate Syria. Love Obama or hate Obama. Right?
These things, they're out of my hands. I cannot do anything. I simply pray.
You may say that praying is the act of the desperate, those who have no other recourse.
You may say that praying is useless, that it is a sign of weakness.
You may say that praying is a sign of strength, the ultimate recognizance that as humans, we accomplish nothing.
I'd do more if I could, but I can't. I pray because I can.
Besos, Mark
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