Trump calls off Iran strikes and Wall Street futures climb as oil retreats

The word came plainly through Nathan, and it did not soften: not you, but your son. Your hands have carried too much war for a house of peace. So I did the only thing left to a man with a fire in him and no permission to light it. I bought the threshing floor, I quarried the stone, I weighed out the gold and the iron and the cedar, and I wrote down the pattern so Solomon would not have to guess at a single doorpost. Here is the small secret, friend, and you may have it free. A man who must see the roof go on is not building a house at all; he is building a monument to himself, and those fall down faster than temples. Plant the tree, cut the beam, teach the child, and let the shade drop on a head you will never meet. The Lord keeps better accounts than we do, and He is famously unhurried. I never once stood inside that temple, and I have never once been sorry.