The placemats at Chinese restaurants were a weird thrill to me. I wasn’t allowed to read the placemats, because they were considered evil in my family, so we’d flip them over before the meal. Well, I’ve decided to ignore my own religious misgivings and tell you the truth about our year ahead.
We have officially entered into the Year of the Scapegoat.
As a child hearing about the Holocaust, I often wondered what I would do if I were alive at the time of the Jewish persecution. I don’t have to wonder what I would do, anymore. I’m living in this hour. As a Christian, I must respond to it.