“…And the Rockets’ Red Glare…”

I pray.

I pray a lot, actually. No, I am not super spiritual. I spend time with Him to keep my sanity. To be truthful, I find myself contending with what God says way more than a man who has chosen to walk out this life in Him should. But He is working on that too… and He is faithful.

These days there is a deep stirring in my spirit to pray for the body of Christ. When my soul is at rest in Him, I can feel His heart for His body.. and this nation. Our fates are intertwined to a large degree.

For those who know me well, as many of you do, it is no surprise to hear Independence Day is a funeral dirge to me. All week I have been praying for Him to help me sift through the heaviness of heart I feel as I see the national events unfolding around me in the newspapers and public marketplaces.

“Deep calls to deep” the word of God says. You are His child.. you are deep…

As you spend your time this weekend amidst the fireworks and other expressions of freedom, I humbly ask you invite the Lord in to speak to you about what is on His heart.. and what part you have to play in what He shares with you.

(He does speak to your spirit ya know? but that’s another story…)

56 men signed the Declaration of Independence.

They lost their wives, their children, their homes, their property and status. They died in prisons. They were abused. They were deemed traitors. Those that escaped were hunted down like animals by the most regimented army in the world. Like the Son of Man, they too had no place to call their home. Most of them lost all they had.

But…

If you read the diaries and biographies of these and other leaders of the rebellion, they all had one thing that was never taken from them. While holding dead sons in arms, watching their homes and crops burn, and waving goodby in the form of blinking eyelids while their hands were tied behind their backs at the gallows…

This is the last stanza of our national Anthem written while Francis Scott Key was in prison. Few are aware these words were ever penned:

O thus be it ever, when freemen shall stand

Between their loved homes and the war’s desolation.

Blest with vict’ry and peace, may the Heav’n rescued land

Praise the Power that hath made and preserved us a nation!

Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just,

And this be our motto: “In God is our trust.”

And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave

O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave!

Their eyes were fixed on a vision. A glorious vision birthed from God to see a nation that would be the light and the glory of His image unto the ends of the earth.

I beg you… as you look up at at least one bursting star this weekend, to look beyond it. Look beyond the glory of its splendor. See past its beauty and try to see the glory of His splendor for this country, and ask Him…

The Great Pruning https://wordpress.com/page/81793582/709

“Father… where did it go?”

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