On the 4th of July I usually celebrate what our great nation was and is. I celebrate freedom. I celebrate the audacity of a population of American colonists who defied the most powerful King in the world for the chance at a free country. I celebrate our founders and their wisdom. I celebrate the hope that we have as a nation because of what they did for us. There’s something exciting in a heritage of rebels, pioneers, and revolutionaries.
But this year is different. I feel a sadness very much like the loss of a loved one. I am observing a historic event only. I no longer celebrate freedom, because we no longer have it. I have spent two weeks reminding my friends of the history behind the Declaration of Independence. It was at first exciting, and then just plain ironic. While I read about the events of the American Revolution unfolding, and read about the daring treasonous acts of the founders, my news feed showed me one story after another of the very fabric of our nation being ripped to shreds and set on fire.
We are no longer a Christian nation, and we are no longer a free nation. We no longer have a limited form of government, free speech, or freedom of religion. Our Constitution is no longer relevant. Someone mentioned this week that we live under more tyranny today than the Founders did when they declared independence. It’s probably true.
“Righteousness exalts a nation, but sin is a reproach to any people.” Psalm 14:34
My ultimate hope has never been in America and its greatness. My ultimate hope is in God. While nations rage and rise and fall, God is God. He never changes. Nothing surprises Him. All throughout history, one thing remains the same: God is on His throne. Christians are strangers in a foreign land. That has never felt truer than today.
My hope is built on nothing less
Than Jesus’ blood and righteousness
I dare not trust the sweetest frame
But wholly lean on Jesus’ name.
On Christ the solid rock I stand
All other ground is sinking sand.
All other ground is sinking sand.
Does this mean I’ve given up? Not. At. All. I think there’s still a chance. I think a new revolution is possible. And I am determined to wage it. It will take prayer, wisdom, education, and voting.
Prayer for our families, our citizens, and revival.
Wisdom for parents, voters, and elected officials.
Education needs a revolution. Some of you are already in the trenches at home. It needs to happen in the schools, as well. And adults need to educate themselves. Be pro-active, not re-active.
Voting is a right and a privilege and an honor. If everyone actually got out and placed votes in local, state, and national elections, IT WOULD CHANGE THE WORLD.
“If my people, who are called by my name, will humble themselves and pray, and seek my face, and turn from their wicked ways, then I will hear from heaven, and will forgive their sin, and will heal their land.” 2 Chronicles 7:14
THIS IS OUR HOPE.
God Bless America.
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