Monday.....Miscellaneous.....November 7, 2009 Redux

I mentioned last week that one of the problems that I faced in this blog was writing on a topic and having it buried as the months pass by. I experimented with two book reports (Liberal Fascism and Liberty And Tyranny) that were repeats of past blogs and have since come up with the idea of using Monday's blogs as repeats from the past year and a half. Today's blog is from November 7, 2009. There is so much politics in what I write that I take the chance of it eclipsing that which is the only answer and, the only hope we have of any future at all in this country. Benjamin Franklin wrote that during the First Great Awakening, he could hardly walk down a street in Philadelphia without hearing a Psalm sung on one side or a hymn on the other. George Washington worried in the 1790s that America would lose all belief in God. We, as a people, have swayed back and forth in our dependence upon God's mercy and guidance. This particular blog is my take on our condition today, and if not reversed, we are to be pitied as a people in spite of our heritage, in spite of our military prowess for as 1 Samuel 2: 10 proclaims, For by strength no man shall prevail.

In the late 1950s America was transfixed by the phenomenon of the Hula Hoop. It would take something on the level of the iPhone to do that today. It was a simpler time, for all we had to worry about was megaton hydrogen bomb-laden ballistic missiles being sent our way. We have since lost our moorings in America and our ship of state is drifting aimlessly amongst the shoals. Our moorings were once tied to belief in and dependence on God, and we were kept safe. We are not safe today. We are at the mercy of those who have no mercy. We cannot come to consensus on how to deal with those who walk among us and want to destroy us. We are so conflicted in our own national conscience that we often cannot even punish a serial killer. Yet, Terror, thy name is Jesus and thy weapon is truth. We will make laws to protect us from you. We will isolate those whom you send to us. We will ban your book. You have disquieted us, your words upset us. We do not recognize your holiness. You are not our king. We will not pay you homage. You are not our God for there is no God. We were your slaves but now we are free. If you desire to live here, you will do our bidding. This is not the proclamation of everyone in America, not even the majority but it is a proclamation that is placarded in our universities, and on the marquees of our theaters. It is the lapel pin on our business suits and hoisted up on our flagpoles, but it is not buoyant and those who cling to it as the ship sinks beneath the raging waves will perish. Even as Gideon needed way-tokens, I need them also. I rejoice in my weakness for I see so clearly how a man's perceived strength without God is a pitiful state to be in.