This is America speaking.
I know it’s been awhile. Sorry about that. I’ve been…distracted.
Well, with all that’s going on here lately: ISIS breathing down my neck and Ebola flying in my airspace and who knows who’s crossing my border and moving into my neighborhoods.
You know? Yes, of course You do.
But, I’ve been busy trying to figure it all out. Trying to decide what to do. I haven’t had time to sit back and chat. I can’t just sit around and do nothing—right? I’ve got to fight and plan and prepare and—
How’s that working? Um, well…not so good. The borders leak like a sieve, ISIS and Ebola are growing like weeds. And, if things keep going the way they are, I’m afraid they’ll change my name to, The Divided States Of America.
God…that’s why I’ve come. Why’d You let this happen?
Huh? Why’d I let this happen? What do mean? Don’t You know who You’re talking to? This is America speaking. Don’t You remember how many Bibles I’ve printed, how many missionaries I’ve sent, how many hands have raised and knees have bent and heads have bowed? You know this. I’ve done good stuff. Great things.
What? My righteousness is as filthy rags?
…Oh. I see. Your way. Your love. Your blood. Your Son.
Can I have a do-over, Lord?
That’s why You’ve come?
I have stumbled.
I have yielded to the lust of luxury and have been lulled to complacency.
I have allowed those who rage against You to take root and rule my land—Your land.
I have failed to raise my children to know You.
I’ve stood proud when I should have knelt weak.
I’m helpless against the powers that war against me.
Only You can save.
Only You can stop the sword, cut off the plague, change the heart and save the soul.
Help me to never forget. I do not war against ISIS or Ebola or corrupt government powers…but evil.
Only You can help me overcome.
Father, this is America kneeling.