July 14. Bastille Day.
I started the day joining the protest at Trump’s Aberdeen
golf course. It was sedate and small but we were all passionate. I’ve not
participated in a protest since university days, when then Governor Ronald
Reagan was visiting my CA university at the time he was making severe cuts in
budgeting because of the student unrest over the Vietnam war.
Thirty-two years ago today, my dear sister Judy went home to
Jesus. She would have joined me in that protest today. She was a fire-brand,
principled and compassionate. Rarely a day goes by that I don’t miss her. When
someone you love passes on, part of you passes on too.
Judy was a Francophile, so Bastille Day was a fitting day for her to be set free
from the prison of her cancer-ridden body, set free into the loving arms of
Jesus. God is good, even when things are bad and it hurts so much.
Jesus said that in his Father’s house were many mansions. So
grateful that loved ones are experiencing the joy already.
Praying that God’s forgiveness and grace will touch
President Trump and he will be changed; He turned Paul around on the Damascus
road – anything is possible with God.
Happy Bastille Day.
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