As the skyline of New York City continues to smoke and the
mood of the country continues to smolder, we find the churches of the
land
again jammed with souls on this first Sunday in the new America.
Just last Sunday it was golf, football, beer and entertainment, but
today
America put on her Easter best and went to church for prayer and
solace.
Now you would think that those of us that have stood the watch and kept
the faith while the country has turned into Sodom and Gomorra around us
would find some cause for rejoicing in this, for if in these troubling
and frightful days the nation has truly returned to God, then the lives
of the Christian brothers and sisters that we surely lost on Tuesday
would
not have been in vain. But alas, prayer has become merely
the
latest fad to hit America. It's the biggest craze to hit the
country
since the pet rock. Like the Charleston, the Hoola-Hoop and the
"Twist"
before it, it's the "hot new sensation that's sweeping the
nation."
So America finally goes back to church and doesn't know how or why, and
the cry from the pew is "save us in our sins" not "save us from our
sins."
A
neighbor lady, a dear friend and a fine Christian woman, stopped by
this afternoon, still fuming about a sermon a friend had heard this
morning.
It seems the pastor had taken this occasion of great national mourning
and had exploited it by outlining our major national sins and calling
the
nation to repentance. Well, I'll have you know that many in the
congregation
did not appreciate this at all! And many left without the warm,
fuzzy
feeling that they had come for.
On a
local radio talk show I once
heard an announcer use the expression "pray to gosh," because he
obviously
did not want to use the word "God" and offend some listener's delicate
religious sensitivities. And so the congregations of too many
churches
have demanded that God be turned to "Gosh," a soft, warm, spiritual
teddy
bear that cuddles and soothes but never corrects; always there like an
emotional band-aid when you fall and scrape your little ego. Woe be to
the pastor that tries to push Gosh from his throne and preach the God
of
Israel! He will be sent packing. And so the words of Isaiah
echo down 2700 years to us, for our nation is a "rebellious people,
lying
children, children that will not hear the law of the Lord: Who
say
to the seers, 'See not,' and to the prophets, 'Prophecy not to us right
things, speak to us smooth things, prophesy deceits: Withdraw from the
way, turn aside from the path, cause the Holy One of Israel to cease
from
before us.' "
Earlier in the day, I was able to catch a few minutes of an interview
with Jerry Falwell and Pat Robertson. I came in as the
interviewer
was berating both for suggesting that it was America's sinful behavior
that had brought this misery down upon us. Now I'll make it clear
that I am not a particular fan of either one of these gentlemen, but
like
the stopped clock that is right twice a day, Pat and Jerry just
happened
to be on the mark this time. And, as we must learn quickly, in war one
takes allies where one finds them.
To
be fair, I'm sure the interviewer,
exhausted from long hours, was mostly disappointed that he didn't get
the
warm set up he expected for the saccharine, tear jerking story of a
loved
one lost beneath the rubble that followed. And so it is that television
has come to define the reality of life. The TV take on the story
is that noble and righteous America, bloodied and shaken, goes to
worship
and finds solace in her faith and flag. God's on our side, all's
right with the world. Pretty girls wave flags and chant "USA!
USA!"
Red White and Blue lines every street, with residents wondering if
perhaps
their display might make the 11 o'clock news. And so war becomes
like the Olympics with blood, and cheers go up as if we'd drawn
Afghanistan
in basketball. Osama Bin Laden becomes the new national villain
and
TV says: "Focus your hatred here. Here is the source of the problem."
And
so near eastern Americans are abused and TV sadly shakes its head and
wonders
why, though they're pretty sure it is fundamentalist Christians in back
of it.
What
is always significant about television is the story that goes
untold.
Two hijacked jetliners hit the World Trade Center, and one the wrong
side
of the Pentagon. Another crashes in Pennsylvania, allegedly
enroute
to the US Capital. We were told that the president was shuttled
around
the country and finally deposited in Nebraska because of a plot to
bring
down Air Force 1. And so the attack, grim as it was, was still less
than
half successful. The intent was clearly not only to destroy the
nation's
seat of commerce, but the seat of government as well. And the story
that
goes untold is this: Had this assault been fully realized, and
the
nation's military command center destroyed instead of the side of the
Pentagon
undergoing renovations, and had the president and both houses of
Congress
been killed, the dilemma we face today would pale in comparison.
And the question that must go unasked is, "who could have filled such a
void?" The possibilities are just simply too frightening, so TV
will
never tell us that as we swat at our terrorist mosquitos, the dragon
watches
and waits.
So
tribulation comes crashing into New York and Washington and catches
us unawares. Our apostate nation goes to church like it's some
kind
of favor to God then retreats to the living room for an afternoon of
cheering
for war, since football won't be back until next week and the new fall
shows haven't started yet. And, for good measure, the vast
majority
of Christians have no clue that our faith is about to undergo a testing
that will have us longing for the days of Nero.
Brothers and sisters, the harvest is great, our fields are sewn with
tares, and the laborers are few.
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