For my birthday this year, I got to work on cleaning and lifting and walking the dog and cleaning more and walking more and then an amazing fancy surf and turf dinner at Longhorn.
All that was wonderfully great. But if I had a birthday wish to come true (which I was never ever ever asked what I wanted for my birthday), I would want something like Christian Americans to stand up for the rights of the unborn and elderly and poor. I would want to slap every Christian stuck in their selfish comfort rut across the face and demand they wake up and smell the needs around. I would personally put crooked politicians right into jail and throw away the key because no one else is doing their jobs to do so. I would kick every church in their pampered behinds and demand they put missions before their buildings and comfort.
Maybe this is why no one has ever asked me what I would really want for my birthday. It is a scary answer. It is an answer steeped in truth and reality and a decisive desire to obey God and want for others to do so to.
But apart from that, my birthday was wonderful. Maybe next year, I will demand my birthday wishes. Maybe sooner…