I am merely man. And a simple man at that. But what life has given me is the ability and courage to speak out...at every turn... when I see not only our own countrymen, but all the peoples of the world being marginalized for the sake of a few. When will we ever, as a race, understand that those in power, those who supposedly lead, do not have the interrests of simple men and women in mind except to exploit us for their own gain...and then throw them off of us so that we may live our lives in peace and harmony?

When we were asked to enter into the sufferings of Christ, somehow, down through the ages that has taken on some hiddeous shapes. People nailing themselves to a cross, or dragging one around. Others crawl on their knees until they bleed. Still others whip themselves until the flesh is torn from their backs. All these forms of selfmutilation have nothing to do with the true suffering of Christ. He carred nothing for his flesh, his human body. But he did not abuse it. He also didn't give into its desires. The real suffering of Christ were heartfelt, from deep in the depths of his soul. He cared so much for humanity that he was willing to give up his body, his flesh. He saw our end and it caused him so much grief that his suffering was endless. And as we race towards that end, his suffering has not yet ceased.

Enter into that suffering. Begin to sorrow for humanity. Begin to plead, in anyway you can. This is my note to myself. And only in myself will I find my equal.