Pulling into California's infamous chain, we ordered from the secret menu where the vegetarian items are hidden. Chomping on cheese and potatoes seemed a fitting way to say, "I love my country"
Along with eating, my patriotic gratitude included joining a public fast. The Call Sacramento was designed to gather many thousand youth (yes I am still young) and place them in the hot sun for an agenda of loud music, louder prayer, and silent sieges. Why would someone bake like a California Raisin on a perfectly good Saturday? Rather than read gloomy headlines in hopeless despair, I hope to write the news with the pen of prayer.
My sincere belief is that a good Father would not help His children clean up a mess without their permission. Against the menacing statistics of rampant child slavery (otherwise called prostitution) in Northern California, thousands Called desperately for freedom to shine forth. Did anyone hear the prayers? Shortly after the prayers went up, the following headline came down the news wires
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