It’s America’s birthday weekend and lately I’ve been feeling like she doesn’t deserve a party. Then I remember…it’s not HER. It’s some of the attendees that are making this place downright scary for a whole lot of people…myself included. And I also remember…we don’t have military parades going down Pennsylvania Avenue. We didn’t lay in bunkers listening to bombs raining down on our cities last night. We got to sit out on the lawn in small town America and watch fireworks and have picnics and eat watermelon. Many of us were safe and could pretend all was right with the world while others only WISH they had a bunker to hide in. The world isn’t equitable. Neither is America. We are desperately out of balance and we are fighting to breathe. It’s exhausting. Edward Abbey wrote an excellent essay about being a part-time crusader. Because, if we give and give and give and forget the beauty of what we DO have and we squander that life we’ve been gifted with, then…the enemy wins. 

So…rest, picnic with your peeps, watch the fireworks, celebrate the freedoms we still have, then lace up your boots come Tuesday and pick up the full armor of God and be the best people you can be. Let’s right this ship and bring her safely in from the stormy seas. The second half of the year is likely to be a rocky one and we need all the love and strength and courage and compassion and patience and perseverance we can muster. 

God Shed His Grace on Thee!

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“First of all, then, I urge that supplications, prayers, intercessions, and thanksgivings be made for all people, for kings and all who are in high positions, that we may lead a peaceful and quiet life, godly and dignified in every way.”

1 Timothy 2:1-2 ESV