At the end of each day as we lie abed each and every night there is something many of us forget to do. That something forgotten is to pray for America.
In the vale of tears that life on earth is and has always been; in the misery that Marxism continues to spread among vulnerable masses, we pray for family members and friends who have fallen ill. We pray our job will be there for the foreseeable future, and even that we can somehow make this month’s rent or mortgage.
