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Sackcloth and Ashes By Philip D. Ropp Fall, 2001 |
| Flags fly as hearts fill with pride and men scramble, and so America prepares to go to war with a nostalgic zeal for glories past. Entrepreneurs swing into the defense effort with T-shirts, key chains, coffee mugs and any other item on which they can imprint a flag or inscribe a snappy patriotic slogan. Most popular with the public, since it covers both bases of God and country, is "God Bless America," especially since the hymn of the same name is the hit of the nation, being sung at ball parks and public gatherings across the land, and quickly assuming the status of war anthem, as it sends the politically correct message to our enemies that God is indeed on our side. Rather than a prayer or plea, modern America uses the phrase "God Bless America" as a demand, as if God is being put on notice that America was not pleased at terrorist attacks, and what with all the praying and church going of late, better service will be expected in the future (thank you for your compliance). And on a little deeper level, what this represents is a national false bravado at the creeping realization that our corrupted human institutions have failed us: The continual communal singing of "God Bless America" is a frightened nation whistling into the darkness of a stormy future. The United States of America is a spoiled and selfish country, with a government that has strengthened itself by preying on the weaknesses of its citizens. Our so called "classless society" has bifurcated into two distinct castes: those that pay outrageous taxes and those that receive outrageous benefits, with government in the middle as referee, keeping the peace, as well as a hefty portion of the proceeds. And so it seems quite natural to the people that when the president, and from his lead the other politicians, and from their urging the mainstream religious leaders, encourage prayer for the nation both private and public, that this should be be like any other government program. Going to church, singing the hymns and praying the prayers is no different than going to the interview, filling out the forms, and receiving the check. And so it is assumed that God too is a socialist, and essentially just another public official, and that going through the government prescribed motions will bring the expected result: victory and national glory at minimal pain and expense. And today this is what we call a Christian nation. While it is easy for Christians to criticize the American public for
mocking God at the urging of the government, it is also the height of hypocrisy,
for had we our own house in order, none of this would be a concern.
This "going through the motions" approach to Christianity is a natural
for America. Is this not how we behave in church, that is those that can
still stand to attend? How many have discovered that it is
easier in America today to raise Christian children outside of the liberal churches
than within them? We upbraid the sins in our society yet some how
fail to see that it is merely our own image in the mirror looking back
at us. Preachers have for years denounced our society of decadence
and sin, complaining that the church was becoming a reflection of the world
around it. But the opposite is true. Since Constantine, when
the followers of Jesus emerged from the Roman catacombs to redefine the
world in Christian terms, society has been a reflection of the Church,
and now, through centuries of our failure to overcome sin and doubt
and bring the kingdom of the Prince of Peace into the hearts of men through the Church, society
has become a Frankenstein that breaks the seals of Revelation and sets
loose the demons bound at the Euphrates. We face an enemy that will face
death for a lie, while we choose not to live for the truth. And so,
with the power to heal, to cast out demons, and to raise men from the dead
at our disposal, we have chosen instead to believe the lies the world
has told us, and so return to the catacombs to take our place amongst the
dead. The wages for our sins is death and payday is at hand; this is why
we tremble in fear at men that would quake in the presence of a true disciple
of Jesus Christ. Our forebears conquered the world for Christ and, like
Jack, we have taken the family cow and traded it for a handful of magic
beans. Now we tremble as the giant climbs down the beanstalk. And so repentance is not a national matter, but a personal one, for each of us has been weighed in the balance and found wanting, and only in turn our nation. And as America sinks into her own degradation, our own repentance becomes a life boat to a shining light upon the shore. And so, if repentant in our tattered faith we so approach the City of our God, then sit in sackcloth and ashes and make lamentations and supplications at the gates, perhaps our Lord will open to us and forgive us: For Jacob's Trouble is at hand. |