WHY AMERICA, WHY
by Charles C Robey
(Trussville, AL, 35173)
Ever wonder why? Why this, why that, why the other? Life itself is crammed full of why’s, including the political world, which is no exception to the rule. This you will see as you continue reading this fictional story.
It’s one of the most influential little words of the English language, only three letters. We all probably use it in our conversation day in and day out. It may be an adverb or even a noun, in the English vernacular dialect used. It is sometimes used as expressing surprise or indignation or may be used to add emphases to a particular response, whether the response is good or bad.
So, have you come to believe in this little word? OK, you guessed it, great. Why did it take so long to determine this most powerful metaphor that stands for both good and bad? Nonetheless, let’s move on, please.
We should start with probably one of the most asked why’s. “Why do good things happen to bad people and bad things happen to good people?" Although not exactly according to Bible Scripture, it will always stand out in a conversation.
According to the old-time religion preacher, “A good person puts reality above any particular wish. While a bad person puts a wish above reality.” Kind of makes sense in a crude sort of a way, I guess. It's just like America’s me, myself, and I generation, right?
I, for one, have had many wishful whys, some of which have come true, while others fell by the wayside. I have to ask this question. Why, why did this happen, to me of all people, especially in America, the land of the free, home of the brave?
So, I trust you got my musing leading into another of my fiction parables, an earthly story with a heavenly spiritual message entitled simply “Why America, Why?” Please read on.
Ecclesiastes 1:8-9 "All things are wearisome, more than one can say. The eye never has enough of seeing, nor the ear its fill of hearing. What has been will be again, what has been done will be done again; there is nothing new under the sun."
After my long week of lecturing, I quietly left it all behind me at my Bible seminary classroom, and headed for home, hopefully to get some much-needed rest. Traffic was a mess, but it always is on any given Friday afternoon. Not wanting to hear the same old annoying radio chatter, I continued on home in the silence of my car. I prayed for much-needed peace of mind as I moved on down the highway.
Arriving home, I continued my normal weekend routine, which in itself was relaxing. Especially since I had lost my life’s companion to her heavenly calling some five years ago.
After a brief scan of the television stations, I grabbed up my nightly provisions of warm milk and cookies and headed for my bedroom and hit the sack. I must have been tired, for I was in dreamland as soon as my head hit the pillow. Then it happened.
I suddenly found myself in a no-man’s land with nothing but trees and unkempt undergrowth to be seen. It was a most riveting scene, especially for a man of my culture. But there was more.
Out from beneath the unkempt undergrowth and overarching trees they came; people of all ages and dress. What caught my attention were their shirts. Each character’s shirt displayed a big question mark brightly shining in full display. What was the motive and what did it mean, I asked myself. One big tall burly gent emerged from the crowd of people and approached me as if he knew me.
He called me by name and asked a mystifying question. A big why, if you will.
“Why are you here among all these why’s?” he asked. "Do you have a particular pressing why, or a positive or negative question? If so, why no question mark on your shirt?"
Not knowing exactly how I should answer or what he wanted, I remained silent, apparently displaying an obvious confusion.
Quickly he spoke again, more directly and to the point, calling me by name. “My son, just like all these red-blooded Americans coming out of America’s highways and byways, you too may have many questions about today’s culture. Particularly many whys about this past presidential election, which has seemed to take preference over today’s world."
“I can certainly tell you, my son, from talking with these folks, some of their why’s, are right to the point," he went on. "Some of the questions these true Americans are now asking surely seem real. Just let me give you a recap.”
“Why did the most successful president in America’s modern history seem to lose the vote count? Why did the only president to achieve and fulfill his promises lose? Why did the most supportive president of the divinely chosen people Israel lose this election? Why did the America populace seem to turn against the most successful politician holding the highest elected position of our great republic? Does our fellow kinsman not see how our great republic has prospered and flourished these last four years? And why do so many want to destroy this great nation of ours?"
“Now I too ask you mister, whoever you are, did you not see the thousands of Americans attending this president's campaign rallies, as opposed to his competitor hiding in his basement?" I responded. "I can surely see why all these question marks, all the worried why’s. That’s probably why all the question mark displays. And that’s why all these red-blooded Americans seem to be now demanding answers to this most unusual election mystery of all time.”
“So I ask you kind sir, just who are you, and what’s your purpose here?" I went on. "How did I get here? And how will all this play out in American history?"
Well, sad to say, that’s when it all ended, these numerous questions marks, without an answer. I’m sure I only scratched the surface of these patriotic concerns, Nonetheless, I had awakened from this dream as quickly as it started. And the scene and all the loyal American patriots disappeared as well.
There I was, lying in bed, under my disarranged bed covers, with my half-empty glass of now cold milk and a few cookie crumbs on my nightstand. It must have been one turbulent nightmare, I thought as I picked the bed covers up off the floor.
What did I do then? You guessed it! I resorted to prayer and reading my daily devotion, through all those tears on my knees, of course. Amen!
I trust you enjoyed this brief encouraging bit of hopeful heart felt musing.
You've probably gathered from my recent blogs, that I’m very much concerned with the direction in which our great republic America may be headed. It is surely an uncharted course, to say the least. But we’re not in the belly of the whale just yet. (Jonah 2:2)
The following excerpt, taken from the jacket of Dr. David Jeremiah’s book entitled “I Never Thought I’d See the Day” kind of sums it all up.
“As I wake up and scan today’s headlines, I am often tempted to think, ”Toto, we’re not in America anymore.” I’m exaggerating of course, but when I look at the changes that have occurred in the land that I love - and in the Church I love even more - just in my lifetime, I have to pinch myself to see if it’s a dream gone bad.”
In his bestselling well-read book, Dr. Jeremiah continues to examine the signs of the decline of Western civilization. These trends and events include:
Marriage becoming obsolete
The Bible marginalized
Spiritual warfare intensifying
An ancient nation intimidating the modern world
America turning its back on Israel
Atheists virulently attacking religion
And now, might we add fraudulent, deceptive party politics to the mix?
Dr. Jeremiah’s book excerpt kind of reminds me of the early church as founded in (Acts 2:41-47). Does this great American republic of ours need return to its Old Time Gospel roots? Yes indeed!
Our loving, living Creator God gives us, His people, a plan of action along with a promise. (II Chronicles 7:14) Now, it's up to us American believers. Let’s go, America can still be saved! Amen!