"Right makes might." – Abraham Lincoln

A WEEK FOR THE AGES. One for the history books. It's 2:22 a.m. and I'm on my second cup of coffee. I started writing a bar time. Last call for common sense. I haven't had a drink to drop. Seriously, convoys of concerned citizens are on the way from the Left coast to Washington DC. Wonder what awaits them there. Roadblocks? Antifa? They will surely be baited by the Lefties. I just hope there are no John Browns who could snap back. One spark and there goes the Union?

WE NOW KNOW what those riots were all about last year. The organizers must have known that the fix was in, that the election could come down to the wire and that they might need to intimidate professional politicians and the Supreme Court. Trump worked his butt off while Biden stayed in his basement. "We've got this," the cheaters told him. They had an "insurance policy" that would work this time, taking no chances unlike 2016's overconfidence. And the Kenosha Burning, Looting, and Mayhem "demonstrators" came straight out of Chicago. The winter weather hasn't seen riots, of course, but they had made their point: "Don't even think about trying to overturn the November 3rd coup."

More or less, it's for all the marbles now. All the marbles we have left. Lincoln said there is no middle ground between the right and the wrong any more than there can be a person who is "neither a dead man nor alive." Charles Schulz' Lucy says, "We will all die someday, but on every other day we will NOT." Renew America isn't a "church" site, but I agree with Honest Abe that a divided house cannot be put back together again without the help of the Almighty.

I woke up in the middle of the night with a song going over and over in my head: "Blessed be the name of Yahweh, Most High." Some theologians will argue whether He should be called Jehovah or something else. KISS: Keep it simple, stupid. He just said, "I AM THAT I AM." Amen?

P.S. "The Year the Braves Went Back to Boston" alludes to my January 17, 2020 column. It was about Hank Aaron's quest for home run number 715 and the tribulations he went through to get it. The title was accidentally prophetic because, due to the virus changes, the Braves got scheduled to play their last game of the season in Boston. Spooky, eh? In my 20s I wanted to write a political science fiction novel with that title but never got around to finishing it. Maybe I yet will. "On every other day we will not die." Amen.

PPS: It came to me the other day that "Luke warm" believers are playing hide and seek with God. It should be the other way around; seeking Him so they can speak to Him and, maybe, for Him. Here's the deal: "Concede" to Him and He won't prosecute you. Reagan said that if one person contacted nine people, and they contacted nine other people, and this continued for just 10 days, we could reach half of the population of the world. Choose your message, but mum's not the word. Don't "blend." Stand up and speak out!

January is the month with two faces, one looking back and one looking forward. If there was ever "a week that was" like this one, it would have been a week to walk humbly with Him, show mercy, and pray as if it all depended on you. Sorry ma'am. Just the facts ma'am. I don't know what's going to happen this year, and I'm not sure I WANT to know.