I am mourning America. Just like the death of a loved one, my heart is breaking. I miss her horribly. Peace and quiet. Respect and kindness. Giving to others. It’s been lost. I see selfish, “me” centered people, who are so, without apology. They are not willing to sacrifice for their family, much less for strangers. They do not have concern for the poor, the homeless and the marginalized. The government is taking care of that, they say, but they don’t want to get their hands dirty. They don’t have time because they are doing “busy” things that are a waste of time. They do not pray. They think God is for weak people who cannot stand on their own two feet.
The day is coming when they will beg to believe in God. Persecution is coming to the United States. The quiet and hard working who have been asleep, are like the toad in hot water. The water begins to boil but he doesn’t feel the heat because it has been getting hotter and hotter gradually. Suddenly he is burned up and he hasn’t seen it coming.
We are the same. Over the years we have been told to “tolerate”. And we have shut our mouths to keep the peace. The sun is setting, and it is almost too late. Wake up. Awake from your peaceful slumber. The hour is here.