Exploring the Seasons Moment By Moment

I had a dream last night.  I guess it wasn’t a dream, but rather a nightmare, but I woke with hope.  Let me explain – it was set during war times.  The details are blurry, I don’t really remember them.  All I remember is that I was at a gathering with all types of folks there – no particular reason, but there they were around me at some kind of celebration.  Then all of sudden, we were attacked.  Sirens were going off and it was war time.  People were crying because they were afraid, they didn’t know what was going to happen.

And there I was, never knowing any type of volience at all.  Panic struck my heart into a racing mode that made me sit down as I heard the sirens again.  I didn’t know what was going to happen next.  It was all blurry and people around me were fighting.  I knew that I was in some distant land, that this couldn’t be America.  Not our America, but it was…

I am sick of hearing about “us” in America.  I am tired of thinking America is God’s Kingdom that we need to spread.  The gospel isn’t the Constitution of America and while I love this country, I do, I don’t think it is the best thing out there.  I don’t think it is our God-given right to go around thinking we have a say on what others do.  I believe when you get down to it, I believe that Americans are no better in the sight of God than any one else in the world.  We all fall short of the glory of God.  So I ask, what is America doing to promote God?

So I was sitting there, listening to people fight until I spoke.  I had enough.  I asked them if we couldn’t have peace in the midst of all our fighting.  And that is what people did.  They started moving tables together.  Some people left, but most came together and talked about things that they could agree on – even if it was the weather. I soon awoke and moved on with the day, but I can’t keep thinking about it.  When the people moved the tables together, all of sudden their was community.  There was a goal that everyone was working towards.  And things didn’t seem so bad. 

Maybe we are letting our elections divide us too much.  Maybe instead of fighting with who is right, or even who we are voting for, we should focus our attention on how we are spreading the Word of God to others.  How are we showing our brothers and sisters Christ?  Are we truly being loving or are we just focusing on ourselves and our own lives.  I am as guilty as any one else, but maybe during times of divison, it takes someone to speak out to create unity.  Maybe it was a warning for what could happen if I don’t love others…