We see them everyday, cautions, and warnings.
When we do laundry. Do we leave the bottle of bleach in the reach of our children? Do we ignore the railroad crossings lights flashing? Do we see caution signs on the road, and speed up? Do people have sharp pains in their chest, and ignore the symptoms?
To all of these questions, it should be very easy to answer, if we value life.
Now let us look at it in another way. The mom doing the laundry, swamped, tired, and juggling a very demanding row. The bleach gets left down! The railroad crossing lights sometimes are flashing when there’s no apparent danger? In a rush, the car proceeds to the other side! Caution signs on the road? It’s probably construction again! Just a little chest pain? It’s surely something I ate!
We can rush through life ignoring all of the warnings. We can make excuses, become desensitized, and throw caution to the wind.
The coming election is so alarming. How many handwritings on the wall can we ingore? How many times can a man flip flop on what he believes? If a man doesn’t stand for something, he will fall for anything. How can one sit under teachings for so many years, and it not be a part of him? After all we are what we eat.
Charm can also be another word for deceiver. I watched a film in school showing a large crowd, swept up in passion. On stage, a man full of zeal. His agenda, “change.” The man, Adolf Hitler. Change is not always good!
Our country is in a mess. For a crisis of the Spirit, we need an answer of the Spirit. We need God in America again!!! We need to pray and be alert to all of the warning signs. There have been many things that should have alarmed us. Are we going to ingore, excuse, and throw caution to the wind? We need change, but not that a man or a party can bring. We need to change our ways, and return to the true and living God. After all, our currency bears In God We Trust. Please, don’t ingore the warnings. Remember the Trojan horse! Let’s be wise. Read between the lines. This is our country! What kind of country are we leaving for our children?
Rebecca Gregg Pringle,
Shawnee
