Into the Fire

Woke up with a dose of melancholy. Funny how it permeates breathing and creases the eyes. Touched by its subtle power.

Spiritual waves wash back and forth without sound. Darkness hovers but is not fully admitted, striving below the surface for victory.

Does there really need to be this discussion of good and evil? Is it so disguised that we can decide our fates without definition of right and wrong?

Witchcraft vies for the soul. Rebellion echoes with control, a cacaphony of wickedness and sullied claims and forgeries of freedoms screeching like horror chords.

The Cross. Sin nailed in human form upon it. Ignored or embraced. We choose. Consequence.

Father, please forgive us. Please find a way to restore our nation. We are truly desperate for you. In the Name of Jesus, the Name above all names, the Light of the World, the Savior, King of Kings, Lord of Lords, Amen.