Is America Doomed?

Pentecost

We Americans have never expressed fear for our country the way I’m hearing it expressed now. We cry out looking for “someone” to SAVE America. Of course, most people are looking to one of the Presidential candidates to “save us”.

Yet we all know, there is no leader so powerful among us that can accomplish this overwhelming task. In fact, there is no leader so skilled that can even come up with a solution. This fact, that niggles the back of our thoughts, hidden in a deep dark corner because we know it’s true but we think if we hide it, it won’t gain life. Yet it does have life and what a hole we have dug for ourselves.

This is a hole filled with emptiness, a hole filled with the dust and dry bones of our pompous, egotistical, self-serving ideas. It is a black hole sucking in all those get rich quick ideas we’ve tried, big business spiraling in on itself as it seeks the newest, better, best idea to overwhelm competition and stepping all over the underdog again. This is a hole of pain for everyone. It seems to drink us dry with no where, no energy, no ideas, to go.

Sure there are those who are in denial of all this. But denial never wins over reality.

There was a man, hurting terribly for his county in this very state. A country who had lost it’s way. And one day he stood looking into this terrible valley with the dry, dusty bones of his family, friends, community, culture, country, people, life. He stood totally out of breath, in grave pain weeping loudly and cried out: God! Why!

And God heard him, and swept him up with the divine Wind carrying throughout the miles upon square miles of piles and piles of these dead, lifeless, dry, worthless hollow bones until the man could take no more. And God said to the man,: Can these bones live?

The bedraggled horrified man dragged his face from the ground and looked. “Live?!” he thought. “Live?, How can something that never had substance in the first place possibly live?” Slowly brushing his hand over his soaked eyes, feeling the hollowness of loss, he forced his heart, his soul to think. And he said, “God, you and you alone know.” (as he saw that old familiar pierce of light, hope, beyond human skills/knowledge/ability beyond anything human, the hint of hope divinely somewhere/somehow)

God held this man up, in the Divine Palm, and said,: Prophesy, my beloved man, Prophesy to these bones and say “O dry bones, it is now our Creators word, not the impotent work and word of people alone, but the one who gives all blessings, and life, and hope, the One who turns walls into windows and open doors, this One now says to you: I will cause the Divine Wind the Holy Breath to breath in and through you and You Shall Live. I will flesh out these mere bones of structure and there will be a Divine Cause for you and you shall live and be covered by skin, the skin of belonging, the skin of the beloved and Only I shall give you breath and you shall live and you Shall Know that I am God.

So the man, wrapped in the Divine Palm prophesied to the dead dusty dry hollow impotent bones. As he prophesied, only as God commanded him, there was a sudden noise, a rattling and the bones came together. They were no longer the old dry bones; they were now the bones, the makings, the ideas, the commands of God. They came together and the flesh was created on them and skin had covered them. They stood, but there was no breath in them.

Then God commanded the man: “Prophesy to the breath, prophesy mortal and say to the breath: thus says the Lord God: Come from the four winds, O breath, and breathe upon these slain, that they may live.”

The man, now stunned and believing even deeper than ever before, prophesied and the breath came into them. The Holy Wind enlivened them and they lived and stood on their feet, a vast multitude.

God commanded: Mortal, these bones are the whole house of your family, your friends, your community , your culture, your country. And they cry out “Our bones are dried up and our hope is lost, we are cut off completely. Therefore, prophesy again and say: The Creator, Giver of all Life and Breath and True Being says: I am going to oen your graves, and bring you up from your graves, O MY PEOPLE. And I WILL BRING YOU BACK to me and the home I gave you. And you shall know that I am the Lord. I will put my spirit within you and you shall live and I will place you on your own soil, then you shall know that I, the Lord have spoken and will act, the Divine Giver of Life says.”

As we stand on the cusp of the hole, stop stooping down to hear the dry dusty creaks; but look up and around and cry out to the one who calls you and I beloved and will always always always always … always carry us in the Divine Palm, Breath life in and through us, empower and strengthen us to face any and every monster we encounter as we listen and respond to God’s call and charge for our lives and living.

And may we all know God’s blessing in and through all things

 

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