I’m grateful to be living here and now.
I could have lived (or died) in Europe when the Black Death wiped out one-third of the population. I could be living just now in a place of persecution or poverty.
But here I am, in the eastern USA, enjoying my comfy home, abundant food and the wonders of an electronically-connected world.
The people who made this possible were far from perfect, but I can’t hate them.
Psalm 16:6
The boundary lines have fallen for me in pleasant places;
surely I have a delightful inheritance.
I owe them my thanks.
