The second think is that I have no idea what to write about. So, I think I'll just write about people.
See, people are a bit funny sometimes. At times, they're wonderful people, and will sit and talk to us for an hour on the sidewalk, park bench, or where-ever. At other times, we have drug deals on the corner, marijuana smoke drafting into our apartment through the AC unit, murders, rape, pillage, genocide, all that fun stuff that humans are capable of.
Oh well. As it is, we'll have to keep doing it the old fashioned way. It's like a sign I saw once: With faith, you can move mountains; just don't act too surprised when God hands you a shovel.2 Yea, I would declare unto every soul, as with the voice of thunder, repentance and the plan of redemption, that they should repent and come unto our God, that there might not be more sorrow upon all the face of the earth.