I, along with many others, have watched America decline to a point where we can only sit as if spellbound as history unfolds before our very eyes in ways that future generations, should Jesus Christ tarry in His return, might ask in amazement "How could they have been so blind...how could they have missed the telltale signs of collapse....how could they have forgotten how God had planted them and watered them and pruned them, watched as they turned away from Him and waited patiently for them to return and heed the signs and the warnings?". The following partial post is from June of 2010:
Please consider this scenario: Hundreds of miles off of our East Coast, in the middle of a perfect storm, a ship sends a mayday. The captain and many of the crew wait on the bridge for the chief engineer to return and give his assessment. The hatch flies open and he charges in closing off the storm behind him. He does not bother to take off his rain gear but merely says We are going down! He begins naming one problem after another, the ships pumps cannot run, the water level is pouring into the aft compartment and cannot be stopped, the tear in the seam is eighteen yards long and water will continue to fill the lower compartments, the cargo has shifted to the port side where the tear is. The waves now rule this ship... The ship of state of America is going down!
This is not a drill! By going down, I mean that all of our history is under water. Our laws are atrophying and there is a tear in our American fabric that exposes a man at a desk with steel nib pen in hand, the words produced fashioned anew and appearing on a teleprompter well over a century later to be read by another man; the seated man's long gray hair covers his ears, his gray beard rests on his chest and his dark mustache covers the lips that have spewed lies that so many have followed. The man dipping the pen in the ink bottle is Karl Marx and the one reading the words is our current president!