09/12/2025
The things I think about:
I rarely use my front door. After taking out the trash which is on the street in front of the house I happened to glance up to see this.
My first thought was was - shame on me! How could I have let our national flag become so weathered, torn and faded to this sorry state?!
And then a deeper meaning began to surface as I saw the analogy to my own spiritual existence.
Of course the timing of this experience is not lost on me, as it happens in the wake of so much hatred and violence that has been building and finally climaxing with the murder of a prominent young public figure with a voice for peace.
It’s one of those ah-ha moments.
I am weathered, torn and faded.
I need a new flag and a spiritual revival…in me.