Taking the pulse of America.  What do you find when you press your fingers against the wrist or mandibular junction?  Is it steady, strong, consistent?  Do you recoil fearing corpus necrosis?  What is occurring just below the surface?  Is it healthy, perhaps slumbering waiting to emerge into a new day of possibility and reason?  Or as I, do you measure an inconsistent rhythm, a disjuncture, an arrhythmia of circulation, thought and heart?  Are we proactively treating the patient, perhaps carry a defibrillator with the intent of avoiding stoppage?  Who is championing the voice of reason and counseling the patient to change his ways or risk passing?  Where is that overwhelming hero willing to usher us back to health through direction and self-sacrifice?

I hear discord.  No one voice rises above the fray, that moment where everyone pauses to reflect on spoken truth.  Are we destined to repeat historic failure?  Unfortunately it seems there is not the consensus to avoid such a journey.  Wisdom and truth only produce realistic reflection upon the mirror of our behavior.  What happens when a family outspends their budget for a duration?  The inevitable.  What happens when a child runs the edge of a slippery roof?  The expected.  What happens when maniacs toy around with reason, hoping to invent a new philosophy by following the same old practices?  Disaster.  What happens when those who called themselves Christian depart from the Path of God?  Judgment.

The heartbeat is faint.  The pulse irregular.  The future uncertain but assured.  Counsel them to reason, to repent, to adjust course avoiding destiny upon the shoals.  What shall we have faith in when trusting ourselves has proven repeated folly?  Place your Faith on God where the investment always profits.  My God, my Savior, my King, Jesus.  Lead them back to you, to righteousness and hope.  On this I pray.