"Out of many, One People", my country's motto and our way of living. Don’t get me wrong, there is division amongst us, but even in our differences and trials we laugh at problems, dance when our issues arise and keep on moving.
I recall when I turned 30. It stated $481 Jamaican dollars. That was the amount of money the ABM (ATM) receipt indicated I had left in my account. In US dollars that is $4.81. I chuckled at the number. I had so many desires in my heart and my pocket could not even begin to take care of them.
There is a lot of uproar regarding the Trump administration. Depending on who you listen to the leader of the free world is either a saint or the Devil himself. What’s most potent is the constant comparison - he is not like Obama, he is like Hitler, He is Christ’s response to the American crisis, he behaves like Kim Jon-un.
That’s my response to God sometimes when I don’t get something I badly want. Why is what I want so bad? Why won’t you just do it my way for a change? It’s the deception the enemy clouds our vision with that makes us second guess God’s intentions, and ultimately His wisdom and nature.
“Band-aids don’t fix bullet holes.” You know it. I know it. The bullet holes are many. Natural disasters, racial tensions, gun violence, overlooked lower class, overworked middle class, over-criticized upper class - gaping bullet holes.