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After struggling for days with (mostly very distressing, and, as much as I hate to admit it, downright at times depressing) ideas of how to write about the monstrosity which has descended upon us in the form of “mostly peaceful” riots in numerous cities with untold loss of life and property, deliberate murders like those of retired Police Capt. David Dorn in St. Louis, injuries all across the Nation we love and revere, my search ended when I saw this heart-rending sign in a shop– begging for mercy. Begging! Figuratively on her knees pleading to the animals of lawlessness to please, please, please let her continue to make a living and provide for her children. Please!
I had originally started to write something based on Paul Harvey’s famous broadcast in 1965, entitled “If I Were The Devil”, bringing it up to date to show how what we are seeing in the last week is as pure an example of the work of Lucifer as any of us will ever see but decided, after seeing this image (which I believe, based on what research I was able to find, was of a shop in Santa Monica) nothing could more graphically illustrate the work of the Prince of Hatred than this pathetic sign.
If I were the devil, I would make American citizens beg for their very livelihoods, just like this single mom had to do to try to keep the maundering herds away from her shop.
I have tried, through most of my life, to always get right up after being knocked down, but the images of the last few days have really put that trait to the acid test– the out of control, wanton, despicable destruction by mobs of animals (yes, I know, there’s that word again), the unbelievable failure of those in positions of “leadership” to do anything about the mobs and in some cases to even abet their behavior, the pure hatred for us and for our President coming from so many quarters, such as a Bishop of my Church implying that the President of the United States needed her permission to stand in front of one of the most cherished Churches in America, the abject and truly pitiful scene of our hero, Drew Brees, as fine and generous a human being as ever existed, having to figuratively “kneel” and beg forgiveness for insisting that he will always stand for the flag and the National Anthem, the scenes of citizens sobbing on camera in front of their burned out and destroyed homes and shops.
And, through all of this, I’m expected to still respect the mainstream media and continue to refer to them with the formerly honorable appellation “journalists” as they continue to insist that this is all due to the horrible and, it must be said if one still has a morsel of conviction of the importance of due process of law in America, allegedly, but not proven, inexcusable death of George Floyd which may be, but is not as of this day, proven to be murder and that the torching of private property is not “violence.”
There are times when I wonder if the white-hot hatred we see every day is not going to finally result in the total immolation of the Greatest Nation on Earth, and everything it stands for. The past week has been one of those times.
I pray to God that He will show us the way from this path of suicide to which we seem to be committed over the last decades and I know that He will, in His mercy, help us see our way back to what He guided the Founding Fathers to build. But, at times like this, that dream seems to be getting farther and farther away.
Dear Lord, Grant Us Thy Peace.Published in