Good people can't stand the sight
of deliberate evil;
the wicked can't stand the sight of
well-chosen goodness.
Proverb 29:27
Are you familiar with the feeling we get having chosen a candidate
who's won?
Nothings feels like victory. Nothing feels so American as your candidate becoming president. In the beginning, there's so much hope, so much promise. As if everything good could finally happen.
This time will be different.
Many of us have felt the sting of disappointment when our hopes were dashed, when that individual didn't meet our expectation, or fulfill the promises from the campaign trail, or embarrassed us or our country.
Why do we even let our hopes get raised every four years?
We're like people who get severe hangovers from drinking and then show up at the bar for happy hour.
When are we going to get serious and realize that fallible people are running our country, that they have their own agendas, which seem so rarely to coincide with our own?
When will we as a collective whole realize, that men or women do not have the power to keep this Titanic country from crashing against icebergs, or from sinking?
Isn't it time?
Isn't it time for Americans who are always saying God Bless America, to do something to bless God?
What are we, or you, or I doing to make sure that God even wants to bless this country?
Who am I following, man or God?
Where is my hope being invested in, financial institutions or people?
In who's agenda am I becoming a pawn?
And, if I'm giving my life, am I on the right side of the board?
