Writings of An Angelican Bishop
When i was young and free and my imagination had no limits, i dreamed of changing the world.
As i grew older and wiser i realized hte world would not change.
And i decided to change shorten my sights somewhat and change only my country, but it too seemed immovable.
As i entered my twilight years, in one last desperate attempt, i sought to change only my family, those closest to me, but alas they would have none of it.
And now here i lie on my death bed and realize (perhaps for the first time) that if only i’d changed myself first, then by example i may have influenced my family and with their encouragement and support i may have bettered my country, and who knows i may have changed the world…
