Trying so hard to appear relevant, authentic and acceptable our message has been diffused, confused and mingled with the ministry of the masses.  God’s word is razor sharp and cuts through mockery, deception and misinformation with uncanny precision.  I have tried so desperately to sound reasonable that I wandered onto the winding staircase of Tom -foolery headed absolutely nowhere.  We see before us the petals of God’s flower unfolding, each leaf revealing new mystery, complexity and form.  Reading, believing and carrying the Lord’s word to willing ears must be my sole purpose.  How can we so neatly count upon mathematics, yet easily ignore the historically-consistent outcome of national disobedience to God’s will for His creation?  Would you castigate a man for declaring with confidence that two and two will always equal four?

How can one hope to appear reasonable by stating the obvious truth that the United States of America presently constitutes ~3.75 Million Square Miles of bone dry kindling, dowsed in petrol, with our citizenry dancing around as children, playing with fire?  I have yet to discover how to make such a truthful statement without appearing the radical, but none-the-less the words must be uttered.  Ahead the looming clouds of the perfect storm are visible on the horizon; our citizens are well-armed, unprepared for disaster, lacking the character and constitution, food or water to survive calamity, yet complacently making no preparation. The economy is fragile, nerves are raw and worse of all our love for one another has grown cold.

America’s enemies predicted that they would have to do nothing to insure our demise but wait, and they were right.  We have destroyed ourselves by ravenously consuming everything in our path, forgetting the true treasures of liberty and abandoning the foundational truths that basked America in God’s seemingly, unlimited grace.  The few Christian voices being heard on the airwaves tell us to pray real hard and that revival is possible, yet the Bible disagrees.  Our future is written, our inability to repent and turn back to the Lord inevitable and the Great Day of the Lord painfully close.  Yet we still wait to make preparation of heart, mind, body and spirit hoping, praying and depending upon humanity for salvation.

Conservatives can no longer tolerate, yet refuse to adequately insulate themselves from the degradation of ethical principles, intrinsic to our history.  While liberals can no longer keep their unbridled lust for self-actualization and controlled-freedom nestled in the darkness of their cloaks, foolishly repressing the data of that failed experiment called “socialism.”  Our elections are nearly split down the middle based upon ideals not reality.  There is no voice of reason only plurality.  There is no common ground only capitulation or power.  There is no truthful media only jockeying for collective disinformation.  There is no hope for this great Lady as we will provide none of the milk and honey which made her beautiful, vibrant and grand.  We have forgotten God and though He may have turned His head away from us, turning us over to just dessert, He has not forgotten us.  We will be dealt with accordingly and in perfect timing commensurate with our transgression.  How can telling this truth be perceived as anything but lack of judgment, yet it remains the truth whether or not I am willing to deliver it?

I don’t want this to be true, yet it is.  I don’t want the world to fall from God’s grace yet it has.  I wish that there were a way for us to stop the madness and collectively provide some egalitarian solution to our global difficulties, but we won’t.  I don’t want to have the caustic, enmity of my neighbors for telling them that all they cling to will soon be moved about as flotsam on the tide, but it will.  I wish that men would unselfishly provide for the widowed, hungry, poor and forgotten, but they won’t.  My faith is not in man but in the God who made us and can save us from our own penchant for destruction.  I no longer even trust my own inclination but rather the spirit of God that drives my conscience.  There is no truth but God’s word.  There is no salvation but Jesus.  America, I love you.  I weep at your agonized brow and un-raveling toga.  Take peace from the Lord and cover your shame with His righteousness before it is too late.  In Jesus’ precious name I cry out to You Father on behalf of Your children blinded by flesh and deception.