My name is Horrace L. Foster I am a man of God, a priest, a door keeper, and a teacher of the young ones. In that name is found peace, courage, and strength, it symbolizes a person who will protect and keep the word and ways of God. It is the name given to one who can take the written word and encourage and enlighten the children of the most High. It was given me before I was born, it has shaped my very life, My experiences have been unique to me, He has placed a seed that has to be furnished with the fertilizer of faith spiritual richness, and truth, It has been fed with the examples of true priests and priestess who were placed at strategic places in my life. It has been protected and cared for by a wise gardener. I have been strong to only allow others to draw me down I have climbed high only to fall at a whisper. I have given word to man’s false ways, yet he watched me and allowed me to grow. I speak of him in love, I know nothing else or nothing less of him, I know that he moves heaven and earth for his fold. I walk boldly in the face of his care, till I have accomplished what my purpose is, I will continue to grow. As I make mistakes, I know that in my regret and in repentance I can go on, His word is high and his hope for me even higher. As I must be in my journey, He has stated that he withholds nothing from me, I must attain the place to receive it. I focus upon his out stretched hand, I see it through the fog of fear, and self doubt, yet I will reach it. I fall but will not stay down, I would dishonor his love and efforts if I give up. To His glory and honor what I know I have learned, what I have asked he has answered. I ask nothing except what I need to make it to my rightful place. I think sometimes of other things too, but I always come back to my first love. I fight sometimes to keep my mind, sometimes I pull away, I can not comprehend what he does for me, His wisdom is overwhelming, and his glory has weight, His passion for me, and his desires they pull me close. Even as I must fight my self sometimes, everything around me and within me is centered upon his way, I have no knowledge of what it is like to create a perfect creature, nor to love a imperfect one, To sit and patiently wait for them to recognize you as their hope and love, then to discover how to humble themselves to your rule, nor to pay an incredible ransom for them, That of blood and pain, only to have them deny you again. Yet I am still here, but in his decision I have life, I have purpose I have love, and a chance for eternal bliss. I know what it is like to be alone. I know what it is like to be wrong all the time, and I know what being powerless is like. But the name he gave me meant that I didn’t have to settle for that, but I was given a name that meant that I was special in his sight.
Democratic Dilemmas and Divine Inspiration examines the significance or relevance of the idea that the U.S. Constitution was, as many believe, divinely inspired. How much did that belief matter to founders of the nation and how much does it matter no