March 04, 2005Day by Day: Fourth Day Of The Month
Day Four
Set apart by vast oceans, our nation has experienced a degree of security rare in the history of the world. Rich in natural resources, stable government and human enterprise, we have enjoyed unparalleled prosperity. Suddenly, everything's changed. Serene order has collided head-on with tragic chaos. Our fragile hold on things has been ripped from our fingers. The very ground under our feet has shifted. We are vulnerable, exposed. I feel nausea, like sea-sickness. I recognize this as grief. I know that there will be waves of numbness, disorientation, anger and depression...perhaps even despair. Then I remember: I did nothing to earn life. I can do nothing to hold onto it. I am not God. God is God. And we are God's.
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