RAGE

It was dark and rainy, with rolls of thunder drowning out conversation and sending the dog scurrying into the first floor bathroom--and not a good day for me either. For two, maybe three, hours, I lay on the couch, curled up into a ball of frustration and anger because my computer had betrayed me and my cell phone wouldn't charge.

Ticker-tapes of messages I couldn't quite read began making their way behind my closed eyes, and I realized my anger was about more than electronics. What I was really furious about was that I now live in a world in which it has become the norm for children to kill classmates en masse every few months, in which corruption and self-aggrandizement are lauded, in which lying is call truth, and in which I can do nothing, NOTHING, to set things straight.

Armed for Christmas

WARNING: This is not Fiorella's usual joyful Christmas message because she is deeply concerned about the state of the world, her country, and her family. Her children are going through perilous passages in their lives, her country has turned itself over to an out-and-out crook, and her world is being rampaged by madmen who use religion as an excuse to kill and destroy. Ignorance is celebrated. Corruption is the name of the game. Hate and anger ride the air waves.

Where are laughter and fellowship? Where are goodness, mercy, honesty, and compassion? Where is love? Fio can only pray that God will prevail, and she hopes you will also.