And Yet…

Lyrics break the silence as the day moves forward
“We will be the generation that learns how to love.”
And for a moment, I believe it
But I take a breath…                           and then I don’t

Because my thumb scrolls by thousands of words, hundreds of comments –
All fueled by hate, condemnation, and just

You see, it’s easy to love those we see as victims in the dark
But it’s hard, oh is it hard, to love those we don’t agree with, hard to love the person on the other side                                             of that opinion we are so sure is wrong.

And so we pick up sticks & stones and throw our words as hard as we can
Knowing that wounds from words
last longer than the broken bones of harmless stones

Yes, sticks and stones may break my bones
But words will…
words will break my spirit

Did we forget that there were generations before
that boldly marched for peace, not war
And yet…

And yet…

The war rages on

Instead of stooping down to help, we puff ourselves up with pride
Instead of entering into the mess, we pick sides
We set up camp, arm ourselves with justified hate, and just wait…

We wait like trolls beneath a bridge – all gruff and tough.
We’ve figured it out, we’ve got it right
And until you get it figured out….

While we’re busy hurling stone-sized words across the great divide,
Arguing about who’s right and what’s best, who’s who and what’s next…

The people in the middle
of the war zone


Hate does not stop hate.  It just causes collateral damage.

Just STOP.

Stop hurling stones.
Stop flailing sticks.
Put your sword back in its sheath

Hate cannot stop hate

Only love can.

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Prayers of Our Forefathers

This election has had me in knots.  I won’t go in to the details of my wavering.  Because this post doesn’t concern a “side.”  This post concerns hope.

No matter what tomorrow brings, God is still in control.  And the prayers of our forefathers are still being answered.

Mark Batterson, in Draw the Circle, included the “first official prayer.”   I read it for the second time this past week and was given a peace about tomorrow’s election.  It isn’t very brief, but I wanted to share this small portion of the book with you.  It’s worth the read:

On September 7, 1774, the Continental Congress held its first official meeting at Carpenter’s Hall in Philadelphia.  Their first official act was prayer.  And it wasn’t some perfunctory prayer that was nothing more than protocol; it was a good old-fashioned prayer meeting.  Our founding fathers prayed with fervency and intensity.  Earwitnesses heard them interceding several blocks away.  Eyewitnesses said Henry, Randolph, Rutledge, Lee, and Jay were doubled over as they bowed in reverence before God.  John Adams later recounted that it ‘has had an excellent effect upon every body here.’  And not surprisingly, General George Washington ended up on his knees.  These revolutionaries knew their cause was doomed to fail without divine intervention.  They prayed like it depended on God because they knew it did.

The pastor who led them in prayer that morning was Dr. Jacob Duche.  The Scripture he turned to?  Psalm 35.  He prayed that just as the Lord contended for David, God would contend for their cause if it were a righteous one.  Dr. Duche’s prayer is more than just a piece of our history; it’s a piece of our destiny.

O Lord, our heavenly Father, high and mighty King of kings and Lord of lords, who dost from thy throne behold all dwellers on the earth, and reignest with power supreme and uncontrolled over all the kingdoms, Empires, and Governments; look down in mercy, we beseech thee, on these our American states who fled to Thee from the rod of the oppressor and thrown themselves on Thy gracious protection, desiring to be henceforth dependent only on Thee…

Be Thou present, O God of wisdom, and direct the councils of this honorable assembly…Shower down on them and the millions they here represent, such temporal blessings as Thou seeist expedient for them in this world and crown them with everlasting glory in the world to come.  All this we ask in the name and through the merits of Jesus Christ, Thy Son, and our Savoir.  Amen.

Our prayers don’t have expiration dates.  That’s why I believe this prayer is still being answered 238 years later….It was the very first prayer uttered at the start of the revolution.  It was a prayer for every American henceforth.  And it is still being answered. 

On November 9th we will have elected the next president of the United States of America.  But God has not changed.  He is still on the throne.  He is still the king of this world.  And we are dependent only on Him….