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The Watchman On The Hill by Sheila Griffin

In this short read, she outlines her experience at the capitol on January 6th, 2021.  Her experience was quite different from what she heard and saw in the Media. 

 Thousands were eagerly arriving.  Today was the day that the Joint session of Congress was to ratify the Electoral College votes and settle all disputes over who won the right to be seated as the next 59th quadrennial President of the United States.   Venomous conversations abounded between the two dominant political parties, media pundits, and neighbors, across the nation.  It was a fiendish climate of irreconcilable differences billowing over sixty days after the general popular vote on November 3, 2020.  No matter which side people were on, debates degenerated into reckless partisan rhetoric.  It seems that only a few conscientious statesmen, noble media, and community leaders stayed above the fray.   The intolerable encouragement of rude hostile language was stoked, magnified, and escalated.  It was very difficult to get facts.  Very little truth could be surmised.  I was one of the employer citizens to whom Congress was accountable, but I could not co-sign this hostility.  It seemed everything had gone rogue.  Everyone did what was right in their own sight.  My homeland, the United States of America needed divine intervention in the affairs of humanity.

Finally, we were on the Capitol grounds.  Before we were to turn right and follow the massive crowd down to the Revolutionary War Monument, the obelisk, on the U.S. National Mall grounds, I heard the blowing of a shofar.  I knew that sound well.  I had affiliated with powerful ambassadorial churches and Christian organizations where the Jewish shofar, a ram's horn was sounded during the month of Elul, on Rosh Hashanah, and on Yom Kippur.  I embraced it as a call to those who love God, to assemble as a community for action:  to worship, to work, to war, or receive instruction.  This sound pulled me in the direction of the east lawn; setting the pace for my morning.  It was a call to look and cry out to God for help; A Time to bow my heart.


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Sheila Scott Griffin