Prayer to a nation that has lost its way.
150 years ago..in 1871 -,the first law was passed-, nefarious and evil..the first official effort to deconstruct the Glorious Foundation of freedom known as these United States of America.
In my life is young boy-, I watched my dad walk around with what was-, his right arm-, shrunken-,it looked like a claw..hanging there.
In World War II , at 19 yesrs old-,he stood up from behind his hiding place, a rock, on the island of Palau-, in the South Pacific.. just in time to take a bullet, in what I believe was the left side of his chest..it went in and destroyed his lung- and hit bone.. and ricocheted acrossed his chest cavity- missed his heart (that was a miracle) exited his armpit..and went back-out through his shoulder ..and out the other side. I always remember him saying it “ruined my nerves”.. in his kind of country colloquial way. It was really a Midwestern Indiana accent-,long deluded by years of exposure to California neuroses. The result of that bullet’s trajectory..was that his right arm shrunk.. It’s the only way I could ever think to describe it.
.. his hand look like a bird’s claw. But he really learned how to use it. He would use it as a prop.. to hold up engine parts and other automotive related things -,as he was a mechanic-, in those days in his youth.
He stayed in that his whole life..eventually moving into management..he had to re-learn to write with his left hand. He never wanted me to go into the service-, he said he didn’t “think I would make it.”.. At the time when he said that, I thought he meant that I would get killed on the battlefield. Later on when people asked me about that comment-,I realized he could have meant something else-,as in maybe not ascending through the ranks-, or something similar. In view of that-, I wish I would have gone into the service in those days.. kind of like the Gary Sinise character In Forrest Gump.. that sat on top of the Mast of a-.. either a military vessel- or a fishing boat – I forget.. cursing at God .. in an electric storm saying “is that all you’ve got”.. Even if I would have died on a battlefield.. at least my life would have counted for something- especially given the curse that was carried forward through me by a bio mom unit that assaulted me at about the age of three or four.. If I had perished on the battlefield- at least my life would have counted for something really worthwhile. Do not take my comment about cursing at God as an invective or an intended offense.. But simply an expression of frustration -, at the lack of ability to do anything but depend on help or support from either a human source or something that God has-, potentially..provided -frustrated at my own lack of ability to enter into a meaningful expression of functioning in a way that provides for my fellow man -,or for the church or anything related.

Lord let us continue to enter into prayer and service for our fellow man-,and women- and be grateful as you work through us-,as conduits of your service and mercy..that we could provide what is needed to allow America to continue to not only exist- but thrive ..and it’s Beacon of Hope.. the -‘light in the city on the hill’- as President Reagan said. Obviously we have entered into surreal times. Cause us to strive to understand how reality could have become so distorted~.. I suppose at least in these times we have been forced …at least some of us,..who had.,at this point developed a real sense of connection to you, have been forced or or maybe Blessed to understand your presence in a way we had not before.. at least on some level. Thank you Lord for all that you have done for us -,even the least of us. Lord let our military and police be returned to a place of honor in our nation and let those foolish United States citizens who do not appreciate our emergency responders- be re-educated in the power of your Holy Spirit to respect and appreciate their citizenship in this great country.
In Jesus Name, Amen