When you just need that escape, but nothing ever happens. When work is driving you crazy. When people are driving you crazy. When you do not think you could stand to do this one more day…you get that feeling.
That feeling that maybe, just perhaps, there is one good person left in this country, in this world. I feel like this might be the story of Soddom and Gomorrah. But I pray that before the Lord strikes down the rest of the world, He might consider simply returning instead, or sparing the few good.
Then the thought hits me that none of us, no matter what we do, are deserving to the title ‘good’. Hmm…quite a troubling delemma.