Ocean levels to stop rising. Hundres of doves to take flight. Ill children to begin healing. Comforting words to flow through an crowd of millions. Rusty, dusty shackles to fall from peoples’ wrists and ankles. Clouds to part. Shafts of sunight to break through and bathe the land in wamth. Faces to be lifted to the heavens. Angelic voices will sing Hosannahs. Food to suddenly taste better.
And the cry will go out to all the word: ich bin ein Beginner!
UPDATE: A question of priorities. One planned event gets dropped from Obama’s tour.