I went to my son’s high school choir concert last night. I must say, there is nothing quite like watching a bunch of over-privileged white teens singing slave hymns. They sang “Nobody Knows The Trouble I’ve Seen…”
Trouble like what? Was Starbucks out of soy milk? You got a B in honors equestrian dressage class? Your new birthday Mercedes has a flat?
Yes, no one has seen troubles like that but Jesus. (That’s pronounced Hey-Zoos because he’s the one who has to change your flat tire!)