My day has been terrific. I was with a good ol' friend named Jessica. It's been ages! I missed her. We walked around and took some photos then we decided to eat lunch @ King's Arms. She surprised me by treating me for lunch. How kind of her! I had grilled potatoes and schnitzel with some veggies. The potatoes were fantastic! Schnitzel was okay. Here's me and Jessica:
Anyway, before I left home this morning, my mother told me some crazy things going on that her brother told her about. It was gut-wrenching and I just felt like punching the wall. People have gone insane and darkness is dominating. It is dominating people's hearts and minds. These people have gone blind and it seems that their senses are all gone. They are like puppets moving around. The only thing they react to is when they hear the word "money" and all they do is make others' lives miserable. And the one last place you could ever imagine full of darkness is the place they call "church." The church of God, but not really. It's the church of darkness, where darkness prevails. It makes me so angry, and I condole with my uncle. He's a good man, I think I know it. My mother speaks very kindly of him. I trust my mother. I do not have much money as I am only a student, but giving him my last money was the only thing I could do. He could not do anything at all, he has got nothing. No one could help, no one could give. I can imagine how powerless that could make one feel. All he does is sit in his room all day, desolating himself. God bless him and everyone in that house. If I were my granny, I would think this way: church is just a building. It's not the most important thing. The MOST important thing is your faith. Your relationship with your God. What's the point of going to a "church" full of wickedness? They are all using her and this must stop. My mother told me that the only time my uncle feels joy is when he hears music. When he listens to music. I know he can play the guitar, but he has none. Imagine yourself feeling helpless and there's nothing you could do but sit in a depressing room all day -- how wonderful would it have been with some music to make your soul feel alive? How wonderful would it have been to sit there with, at least, a guitar as your one and only outlet? I really believe he would have been the happiest. Music is something that lifts up our soul and he needs this, I know. How I wish I could give him a guitar right now, but it's not that easy. World has gone deranged, that I am quite sure of.
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