America feels as though she is in the darkness of night. A kind of darkness that you cannot not see your own hand. A darkness that envelopes the soul. It like the evening began to set in the sixties trying to encroach on basic freedom to worship. God is dead, love the sinner, not the sin, it’s a love affair, live together and try marriage out first, God doesn’t care who you marry, it would be better not to bring a child into this world, etc…

And we sit dumbfounded by today’s hateful rhetoric.

But it is always darkest before the dawn. Think of the pilgrims going through that first winter when so many died. Think of George Washington battling alongside our fathers and mothers because they knew tyranny. Think of Andrew Jackson who refused to start the Federal Reserve Bank and think of President Kennedy who tried to shut it down and keep the gold standard. Both were shot. Think of President Trump who many tried to silence but could not.

This first sliver of light on the horizon breaking dawn is like a bird’s first-morning song. It rings out for all to hear, shattering languid tones of despair and dispels the cloak of darkness. Jesus’ song rings in the depth of one’s heart and brings with it, a deep breath of God’s Spirit.

Psalm 18: 33 He makes my feet like hinds’ feet, and sets me upon my high places. He trains my hands for battle, so that my arms can bend a bow of bronze. Thou hast given me a shield of Thy salvation and Thy right hand upholds me. And Thy gentleness, makes me great. Thou dost enlarge my steps under me and my feet have not slipped.

Ps 51:12 Restore to me the joy of Thy salvation and sustain me with a willing spirit.

Ps: 121: I will lift up my eyes to the mountains from whence shall my help come? My help comes from the Lord who made heaven and earth. He will not allow your foot to slip.