There are no powers to good words until they bear action and from such a womb is born hope. Trepidation is our loud and haughty opponent. The days of its encroachment are numbered. The fruits of the Spirit and its tributaries form an invincible ocean whose waves change our advantage on a shore of safekeeping.
Abraham Lincoln said, “I am sorry for the man who can’t feel the whip when it is laid on the other man’s back.” The hunger we feel as a nation is not the hunger of empty stomachs. We starve for lack of concern and compassion for our fellow citizens, yet at the same moment in time: we are the greatest nation to which history has given birth. The glory of God will not turn its face from us unless we cease to care for our neighbors.
America is a place to rally around which is great—which is simple. For in this single hour, we must pray like we’ve never prayed before. We must be brave enough to fight battles down on our knees. We must bear each other’s burdens in order to survive. As Jesus did, we must learn from Gethsemanes and continue to share the light of tomorrow.