I was listening to Rush Limbaugh today. His show was close to done for the day, and I was close to listening because my lunch was ready. But I heard one thing. He told about one man who was standing by a microphone. He was a well known man who owned a large plant of something or other. ( I didn’t hear much about that) He said, in normal times, he would never vote for Mr. Trump, but these aren’t normal times. President Trump is the one man, the only man, who could take us out of this mess!

That’s all I heard and I agree with him but I know another, a King who sits on the throne in Heaven waiting for us to talk to Him. His name is God.He loves each of us. In fact, He sent his Son to die for us. But how many of us are asking him to clean up what is so dirty in our country and world today. We must. all of us, fervently call on Him to help us.

There are many times in the Old Testament where God turned away from the people because they decided they could do it themselves. Are we deciding that too? Let’s all of us, get down on our knees and pray like we’ve never prayed before! I know President Trump is. We have only two and a half days before our election and there is much voter fraud. Let’s make our vote count, shall we?

I was eight and my brother was seven. We were close to the same height, but I figured I was smarter than Sonny. We were camping in the southern part of the country and I remember we were staying in a cabin. This was strange because we usually stayed in our tent. Sonny and I were doing the dishes when we started to argue, about what, I don’t remember. We were getting quite loud and Daddy told us we had better quit this nonsense or the people who own the cabins will make us get out.

That scared us good, mostly because we liked the cabin better than the tent. So, we quieted down but kept on fighting. He had the dishtowel and I had the dishrag. We had quite a fight! I was hitting him with the wet dishrag, which I purposely didn’t wring out very well. He swung the dishtowel as hard as he could at me. Daddy finally came to put a stop to our fight. He was a pretty good moderator.

I don’t know why that fight came to mind last night, during the debate. Isn’t a debate the same as a fight? I’m not sure who won in our fight, but Daddy sure was a good moderator. We had red butts to prove it. Daddy died quite a few years ago. Otherwise he might give red butts to two other butts who called what they were doing, a Debate! It was real hard to understand what they were saying. Even the Moderator was not nearly as good as Daddy was. What do you think?