"Arrr, Captain Max Lucado be sayin’, weatherin’ a stormy election be as doable as findin’ buried treasure!"
2024-08-11
Arrr, matey! ‘Tis an election year! Elephants stomp like they be dancin’ a jig, donkeys bray like they be singin’ sea shanties, and those independent scallywags be chartin’ their own course! The political squabble be wearin’ me out, like a ship caught in a stormy squall!
Ahoy, mateys! Gather 'round and lend yer ears to this tale of a fine minister named Buckner Fanning, famed like a legend from the high seas, who found himself in the ruins of Nagasaki after the great conflict of World War II. With a mane as white as freshly caught fish, he entered a dilapidated church, filled with brave Japanese souls who had seen the worst of times.Instead of swords drawn and cannons blazing, what did he find? A warm welcome with naught but the word "Brother" spoken. In this shattered town, the barriers of war were tossed aside faster than a pirate’s hat in a tempest. Buckner and the faithful gathered in communion, sharing bread and wine, a moment of unity amidst the chaos. Aye, 'twas a sight worthy of a sea shanty!
So, as we set sail into the stormy seas of the 2024 elections, let us heed the lesson from those gentle souls. Let’s swap our swords for kind words, and instead of shoutin' like banshees, let’s reason together like good shipmates. For love, me hearties, can cover a multitude of sins and opinions alike.
And when the waves of this crazy world make ye question, "When shall we find our calm?" just remember: Soon, dear mateys, very soon, there be a home awaitin' where no storms can shake ye. Onward, to kindness and grace, and perhaps a grand feast in Paradise! Dinner's ready, ye scallywags!