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God Is The Answer

 Do you remember the old Red Foley country hymn.....Well I’m tired and so weary but I must travel on....?

This is how I have felt for days. Physically, yes because I’m not able to sleep in my bed, and have to nap as best I can in my recliner, so my body is thoroughly exhausted.

But it’s more than that. It is a mental fatigue, and an emotional fatigue. And yes even a spiritual fatigue.

I’m tired of all the fussing and fighting on television and Facebook and even in the print media when you try to read it. I don’t know who to believe anymore.

The Democrats blame the Republicans and the Republicans blame the Democrats. We are so fractured as a nation.  The races are divided.  The generations are fighting each other.  Parents and schools are at war.  There are so many cultural and lifestyle  arguments.  Crime is rampant.

 We need to get together and save our republic. Benjamin Franklin wondered aloud if we would be able to keep it.  These days I am wondering the same.

Our monuments and statues are being destroyed. They are our heritage. Once gone, they will never be replaced, nor could they be, because we don’t have the craftsmen to do it. That artistry belonged to another era, as did the statues.

We need to save our legacy of faith. Christians are being persecuted in the streets of our cities, the cities of America! This is something I never thought I would see in my lifetime.

The way of life I knew growing up needs to be preserved, but I fear it is too late. What about my granddaughters. And their children? They will only know what we can teach them before its too late and I fear it already is to a certain extent. My granddaughters have had more than 20 years of teaching and watching the example set by their parents and grandparents. Will they remember it? Will they be able to teach their own children? Have we saved enough to pass on?

Can anyone help us? Can anyone save us from this mess?

As these thoughts continued to pound against my mind and into my chest to the point where I developed a headache and I felt as if my heart would literally break in two, there was one overreaching thought that kept coming back to me.

There IS an answer to our corporate need, but do we as a nation have the intestinal fortitude to seek and apply the remedy?

The solution is very simple, really. We have and are continuing to suffer many losses. Much need to be saved. AND we have a Saviour willing and able to help us. But like the little children’s hymn, He doesn’t force his way into our country and our culture. He just stands at the door and knocks. Will we as the United States of America let Him in?

It’s up to you and me. It’s up to all of us. We need revival but not all of us recognize that. Are there enough of us left to pray it down from heaven because that is where it will have to come from?

It won’t be easy. We WILL be persecuted. Our churches may be destroyed. We may be beaten in the streets. Our children and grandchildren might even be removed from the home and placed in state care. Are we willing to pay the price to get our country and our way of life back?

There is a Savior. He’s willing to help us. He is the answer and He is the Only Answer.

© Joan Rowden Hart 2023


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