In some tiny, feeble ways, I believe I understand how God feels about America — it makes me cry, too.
I warned him before the ceremony he would regret this choice. He understood and took it seriously, but did not turn from the path he had chosen. I performed the ceremony as he requested. I’ve never said anything about it since then, because nobody learns from “I told you so!”
Instead, he has learned from experience. Not as much as he is going to learn before it’s all over, but he at least understands the regret part. I’ve done what I could to harden his resolve to stay on course, to remain committed to his mission as the first priority of life. While he is often distracted, he has not departed from it.
She learns nothing at all. That is, while the situation changes, and her behavior shifts with it, her underlying approach to life has not moved one iota in all these years. The sad part is, her approach is harmful to herself and everyone around her. She fears me, and stays out of my way, but learns nothing from what I say. When I try to explain things according to the Word of God, you can almost see it bouncing off her soul.
So after all these years, today it died. The resources in my spirit for trying to teach her have run out. My mind is not finished, or so it complains, but my spirit knows there is nothing left to offer and the time has come to bury it. Barring something she does which actually threatens my mission (it has happened before), I won’t intervene in her world any more than naturally happens as I carry out my calling. Otherwise, I’m withdrawing. There is no helping her any more, not for me.
That’s how God feels about America. Instead of showing some scintilla of sensitivity, some fragment of teachability, this nation has only hardened in her folly. If anything, she understands even less than she might have at one time. And as there are tears in my eyes writing this, so His wrath will come down upon us in floods of tearful sorrow and regret.
I wonder if she’ll even notice.