The waves follow one another into shore and then return as would a youngster to the top of the water slide for another slippery ride down to the pool. The seagulls must know that summer is ending as will their foraging between the umbrellas for french fries or potato chips. The sun, for a few brief hours anyway, hides behind a crusted meringue sky, for it has already taken its toll on worshippers, its belly full of burnt human flesh. The green flag barely blowing in a gentle warm wind informs.....'calm conditions (but) exercise caution.'
We trust these maritime flags when at the shore, their colors tell us when to worry or when to clear the beach entirely. We depend on warnings of all sorts, from doctors and financial managers and weatherman, and road signs, but none of these can guarantee safety, only one source for warning is 100% trustworthy but we don't consider it practical for it doesn't give dates...only what are perceived as vague seasons. Or are they vague?
The violent nature that America has taken upon itself should have caused us to call our children in from the surf. The attempts to purge our nation of anything Christian should have us packing up the umbrella and chairs and heading back to the condo. The pagan and occult partying through our entertainments should have us loading up our bags and heading home to beat the hurricane bearing down on the seaside community. The breakdown of families, the feminist assault on womanhood, and the recent attempts to mentally neuter all male children should have by now turned our pastors into firebrands of God's impending judgment on such a fallen land....but the green flag still flies on a pole signaling that the beach is all-clear but advising us to.....exercise caution.
