My Fellow Americans
I remember President Ronald Reagan. He used to start most of his speeches with those words. I know he’s not the only one, but when I hear his voice in my head, I remember those words and his mannerisms well.
I remember warming up for a baseball game in high school when my coach, Mr. Smith (whom I, incidentally saw last weekend at a funeral of a dear friend) came running across the field yelling, “The President has been shot!” We all got together and prayed. Then we played ball and hoped to hear good news of survival. President Reagan did survive and he became the best president in my lifetime.
Now We Take What We’re Given
If you believe we get to vote for the president and that the guy in the office is the one that more people voted for, you are gifted with the spirit of naivety. Sorry-Not-So-Sorry. You are welcome to live in that form of blissfulness, if you would like. However the rest of America is waiting for a real change.
The Lion - The Vine
Prophet Ezekiel has been given a lamentation.
The princes of Israel get to hear this blues number.
What was your mother?
A lioness. (v. 2)
She raised up a son.
She brought up one of her cubs.
He became a young lion. (v. 3)
It didn’t go so well
The nations also heard of him.
He was taken in their pit;
and they brought him with hooks to the land of Egypt. (v. 4)
So, she raised up another cub.
then she took another of her cubs,
and made him a young lion.
He went up and down among the lions.
He became a young lion. (v. 5 & 6)
Stuff didn’t go well with him, after all.
Then the nations attacked him on every side from the provinces.
They spread their net over him.
He was taken in their pit.
They put him in a cage with hooks,
and brought him to the king of Babylon.
They brought him into strongholds,
so that his voice should no more be heard on the mountains of Israel. (v 8-9)
Momma Israel was also considered as a mighty tall vine with many branches full of fruit, but that didn’t last either. She and her branches got throttled in epic fashion.
But it was plucked up in fury.
It was cast down to the ground,
and the east wind dried up its fruit.
Its strong branches were broken off and withered.
The fire consumed them. (v. 12)
This song does not pick up. It’s worse than any Merle Haggard drinkin’ son or Hank Williams cheatin’ song. It’s a Heartache, Nothin’ but a Heartache.
And like Bonnie says, “It hits you when it’s too late.” I don’t mean to rain on your Thanksgiving Parade. I’m not saying it’s simply too late for America. My hope is like yours. I pray for repentance and revival. However, we know from History, that it sometimes is “too late.” Why wait? Why wait?
Our Princes Look Less and Less Like Lions
Our real King is the Lion of Judah (Yehuda) and could not expect these earthly models to come close. But most of them don’t even try. They are mostly in a competition to see who can look more like the Anti-Christ. Who do you think is winning? Mr. Nazi Billionaire, Mr. Software, Mr. German Accent Movie Villian? Or is it someone else?
This Too Shall Pass
It’s never forever. The tyrants and their pet stooges will see their fire. They will have their own personal (insert name of mysterious sudden fire from nowhere here) soon. And you and I won’t be lifting a finger. God fights our battles like He always does. I’m on His side and I prefer His righteous judgement over mine any day.
Keep praying. There are many people like us who look beyond the Hollywood set that our leaders have erected.
Pray for the good ones. Ask God what you can do for your community and change this country. Maybe one day, i can stop singing Bonnie Tyler songs. My throat will thank me for that… and so will my dog.
America, Bless God!
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