Checking in, 4-6-23

Not many posts lately. It seems to be another dry period, so to speak. Not that there isn't anything going on, mind you. Of course there is. There always is.

Time moves on. Things happen, and the world is always in a state of flux. People are born, people die. They live their lives in the midst of this maelstrom of constant change.

For those of the Christian faith, this post is written on the eve of Good Friday. It is the holiest of days on the calendar, if I am not mistaken. There have been times when I thought I was Christian. But I'm not so sure that I really fit this bill. But I am not alone. Perhaps most people don't really fit that bill even though they may claim otherwise. Our self opinions may not square with the facts, as it so often happens with a fallen world.

Death is our lot, and no one is immune from this destiny. The question that has always been whether or not our span on this earth is all that there is, or if there is something beyond this time?

A sister in law has died in the last few days. I'd rather not discuss this on a somewhat public sphere. Only to give a personal note on what is universal to us all. My father died on the eve of Easter many years ago. Now my sister in law has died on the eve of Easter. Quite the coincidence. It is only a thought. I wouldn't want to be irreverent in mentioning it, though.

How do we spend our time on this sphere with what little time that we all have? It goes by so quickly. Eventually the realites will catch up to you, and you must ponder on what your own time, and what will it all mean when it is said and done?

Most of this blog has been about current events. One of the things that all could take note of is the politics of this period of time. Donald Trump, a former president of the United States, has been indicted for a crime. I've written about this from time to time. It is not that Donald Trump is perfectly innocent man or anything. But I do think that his critics are quite unjust, and this latest act is especially unjust. But this is a fallen world. This kind of thing is to be expected. And so it goes.

There are those who may well believe that the end is near. That this world will finally destroy itself in an agony of self inflicted wounds. And for what?

So much for what I think. For everyone has their own opinion. There are as many of those as there are of people. My only thought is the hope that in spite of all this, it may be possible that something better can come of it. But it doesn't look that way, sadly.