While we were busily sleeping peacefully in our soft little beds.

While we were happily watching TV filling up our soft little heads.

While our nation was happily preparing for a holiday to worship the dead.

A Church was heard yelling and crying, praying to God in their dread.

When will it be our turn?

America has a thriving underground business that no one will report on.  I wonder what most would think if they knew. 

America has set up a massive machine for straining out gnats while it hungrily swallows camels.  No one apparently notices.  You would think the lack of camels on her streets and roads would have raised suspicion.

Dear uncle Sam:

I did not want to write this letter.  After all the good times we’ve had together, these are hard words to write.

I spoke loving words to you about the Holy God who made us both.  But you didn’t share my excitement.  You turned your face everytime I began to mention Jesus.

I am not ashamed to tell you that I’ve been looking for a partner to share the Love of God with.  And I’ve found that India, Indonesia, Africa,  and quite a few other countries love Him far more than you.  They are not ashamed to speak of Him.  In fact, they challenge one another to love Him more and more.

You, on the other hand consider The Holy One of Israel an insulting topic.

I didn’t want to come to this conclusion.  I tried to spur you on to better things, but you would have none of it.  I wish you the best in the coming judgment.   May The Living God retain His Holy patience for you.  And may you open your ears, eyes, mind and heart to His words.

By His Grace.