I was about to post another blog entry when I noticed that this entry will mark my thousandth post on this blog.
I've been here for 19 months, blogging away, and it's hard to believe that I've passed this milestone.
There have been times, and there are still times, when I question the value of what I am doing here, but it's not as though I have a real choice; as Paul said about preaching the Gospel, ''for necessity is laid upon me; yea, woe is unto me, if I preach not the gospel!''
Not that I am equating my rants and ruminations with God's word; far from it. But it does feel like a necessity to keep on sounding the alarm. I suppose it's the spirit of my kinsman, Samuel Prescott, who, along with William Dawes, rode out with Paul Revere to warn the people in Middlesex County of the coming of the British Regulars.
We are up against a tougher struggle than that of the colonists in 1775. All the more reason to keep on keeping on, and to finish the ride, come what may, as Prescott did that night.
Thanks for being here.
