Today has air for clothing. Air you can wear. It is either getting hotter or I am getting older. I think both are true. I see we are in danger of storms this afternoon. Such is life. In the peace of surroundings and the placid sense of place, storms intrude with a clap of thunder and lightning bolts. Sudden change shakes us. Forboding engulfs us.

Hot words beget storms. We love peace and carry a sword unsheathed. Unhappy with our lives we search for someone to blame for our predicament. It could not be our fault. We are God’s chosen.

We are feeding too many hungry kids we proclaim. Their moms and dads need to get off their asses and go to work we note with righteous indignation. Is the hunger the kids’ fault?

Is it all right that King David of the Bible lusted after another man’s wife and subsequently had the man killed…because he was God’s favorite? Circular thinking causes storms.

Are some humans God’s Buddy and the rest of us are in the second tier? So do we in tier 2 or even tier 3 have to try harder? A lesson for today. We have the real Americans and the great unwashed. The chosen have great wealth and privilege while the rest are relegated to the crumbs that fall from the master’s table. At times there are not many crumbs.

Neva J did not see a line of demarcation in her society. Everyone she knew was poor. They wore hand-me-down clothes and darned socks. Dinner consisted of whatever was available to fill your empty stomach. Being upwardly mobile meant surviving. To be Christian was to love your neighbor. ‘Jesus loved the little children all the children of the world red yellow

black and white all are precious in his sight.’

Now we have our front lines amassed on the border. Borders exist in every town and hamlet. We fight the good fight for the right. The Crusaders did the same. Millions were slaughtered.

Storm clouds are gathering. As a popular actor’s character warned, ‘There’s a storm coming!’ It has been too hot. Nerves are on edge. Sweat is not conducive to critical thinking. Someone must right the wrongs that we have engaged in. As we became insular afraid and rejected those different than us we chose the path of Christ…right?

Storms can be comforting and calming. Those that simply make a big noise and end with a soothing rain are welcome…