Do shame and joy mix evenly in my tears? Do we crave the cleansing shower of the soul? Embarked, wandering, what panel of elders guides your heart? What discipline governs and stays the hand of your war chief? What character teaches him as he dispenses judgment and retribution? Are we raising young men who have vigilantly watched and know that their actions are right, whole and seeking purity of heart and mind?

Yes, having druthers we all would wish to walk with those we love on this life journey to the well spring of eternity. Yet, alone, in righteous reflection and conscious observation of our faces in this mirror of actions and paralysis, we observe obedience or self service. None of those I respected will stand in my footprints as I give explanation to the King of Kings. We are together, alone before the fiery eyes of God and our story.

The thundering voice of rushing waters surrounds my thoughts held captive to His perspective. This has never been a thing of me, only expression of my choices in the vast array of possibility. For in creation I am the tool of His crafting. In guidance the image of what His hand made, set for consistent work of kings, yet with freedom to do otherwise. In the ominous depth of His Word upon my Spirit, I pray in full measure to be found right.

Do I have some duty to this nation in arguing for goodness and obedience to our King? Certainly, I would equally be counted among robbers, if standing as the jewels were emptied into pockets with a lust in their fencing. This is the time to stand apart from wickedness. This is the time upon which my story will be judged, having taken up guide on for God or waving flag’s surrender. Will I be found of this world or the next as Mankind struggles in breathing?