I had forgotten I had written a sort of "journal entry" during the 2008 campaign. Found a copy in (of all places) my network drive at my place of employment. I shudder to share with you a record of what is yet an unanswered prayer, the unanswered status itself, an answer to a prior prayer: Teach me to feel that Thou art always nigh; Teach me the struggles of the soul to bear. To check the rising doubt, the rebel sigh, Teach me the patience of unanswered prayer. And so, here is a record of one of God's lessons in patience: The BB Socialists will, no doubt, gloat. Go ahead. There are tares in every wheat field.