Thursday, September 1, 2016

A Nation of Dust

I exhort therefore, that, first of all, supplications, prayers, intercessions, and giving of thanks, be made for all men; For kings, and for all that are in authority; that we may lead a quiet and peaceable life in all godliness and honesty. (1Ti 2:1-2)

Sometimes, I hate this nation. Never thought I’d say that, but watching the neurotic ramblings of thousands of uninformed, unenlightened Americans from both sides of the political aisle has finally gotten to me.

We’d rather pick each other apart than mend fences. Burn our neighbors’ green grass than ask if we can share it. We see not only a pole in their eye, but have a spear ready to toss, backed by a complaint. We’re happiest at our unhappiest, at our best when the chips are down because then we have an excuse to stab that fellow over there between his shoulder blades.

When did offense become the thing of the day? And our feelings so edgy that we can’t set them aside for one minute to honor each other?

When did “love your neighbor” become “drown your neighbor’s cat” or “steal his dollar” or “run off with his wife”?

Everything goes so long as you’re dissatisfied. Who cares who we step on to get there?




This nation of misfits that somehow formed into a union hundreds of years ago has become a nation of outlaws with each determined to have its way.

United States? Right. Dis-united States.

We try to elect someone to lead us while keeping our pristine hands out of reach of the other side, smiling on the outside, while blackness eats us within.

Willing to crucify each other on the cross of our pride.

Don’t honor the flag.
Don’t say the pledge.
Don’t stand for the national anthem.
Don’t worship anything but our selfies, our phones, our social networks.

Opt out of being an American in our behavior while clinging to its privileges.

And who does God think He is to ask me to pray for that? I can’t. I won’t. I … MUST.

We may start with gritted teeth. We may choke on it at first, but until we stand up in the face of great opposition and extend hands of love to all the haters, we’ll watch what thousands of men and women have died for crumble into dust.


Arlington National Cemetery


Do we really want that?

People were born here, grew up here, loved and laughed here. Lived. Passed away. People gave up everything to chase the American dream. And regardless of what part of the melting pot they came from, no matter how unenlightened they are, it is our prayers that will heal us.

Sometimes, I hate this nation, yet I love this nation. And trust God to give us freedom in the midst of our chaos.

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Suzanne D. Williams
Feelgoodromance.com 
Florida, USA

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