Jul. 16, 2019

How sad...

“Watch out for false prophets. They come to you in sheep's clothing, but inwardly they are ferocious wolves. By their fruit you will recognize them. Do people pick grapes from thorn bushes, or figs from thistles? Likewise, every good tree bears good fruit, but a bad tree bears bad fruit.” Matthew 7:15-17

How sad that we live in a country where the person that is supposedly representing all people doesn’t, and many are okay with it. How sad that we have someone at the helm that schmoozes dictators while attacking Americans. How sad that many applaud him for doing so.

Just when I think I can step away and ignore him, he does something else so outrageous and so stupid that I feel God’s Spirit within me rise up. How sad that the majority of those that claim to be the vessels of Christs Holy Spirit ignore his immaturity and vicious attacks on our people. How sad that my brothers and sisters say they like the fact he isn’t politically correct. He’s not just being politically incorrect, friends, he creates chaos.

How sad.

The truth is the current administration has helped us financially. The truth is we are living under one of the most divisive leaders of all time. The truth is he will win again because he pads our pocketbooks and has provided a Conservative resurgence, a.k.a. his sheep’s clothing of choice. How sad that we claim to live in a country where free speech was at the bedrock of its formation, but many of us applaud a leader who uses belittling and anger to shut up his opposition. How sad we insist everyone stand for a flag that was designed to represent the UNITED States while many of us support and applaud division.

How sad that the very people who should see through the wolf in sheep’s clothing choose instead to embrace the wolf while kicking many of the sheep. Now, that’s sad.

How sad that many of you will read this blog with a political eye as opposed to hearing it through spiritual ears.

One day we will celebrate the sheep, shoo away the wolves, and reach out in love to the pasture at-large. You remember. Like Jesus did.