Shut up, ole fool.

Enough! they say.

We cannot stand the noise!

Then oil your ears and seek His way. 

For this noise is a song of praise.

America is a nation of Kings.  When they speak of poverty, they think they suffer great loss because they don’t have a big screen TV.  The car is not new enough.  The house is too small.  My sock has a hole in it.  My computer runs too slow.  “This isn’t steak”!  What we purchased is not perfect.  I want my money back!  “How dare you say that to me!  Don’t you know who I am?”  “You have no right to judge me!”  Me first.  “I’ll speak my mind.  And I don’t care what you think about it!”  “I’m a nice guy till you mess with me.”  We gather guns to . . . protect ourselves.  The best, the biggest, the brightest, they say. 

Yet there is a King who remains silent for a moment more.  His hand is poised to strike and America does not notice.

By His Grace.