Turning on the news the last several days brings nothing but gloom and doom.  For the first time in about 80 years, nobody seems to have any answers to keep the American dream afloat.  Indecision, pessimism and catastrophe seem to be the themes of the day.  The scariest part is that nobody seems to know what’s next.  What does it all mean?  How did we get here?  The reality of it all is that over the last several weeks, America has seen its god die.  And it has died a painful, violent and ugly death.  For years, we’ve lived in the reality that our proverbial pockets were endlessly deep.  Few things were consistent, except that we lived on the constant high of “you want it, you got it”.  Now, we’re questioning what’s left.  Much like in the days of Elijah, we shouted for the god of the American dream, and our calls have come back unanswered.  We’ve called out, and there’s no response.  So, what’s left?  Do we keep calling, with the hopes and desires that American politicians will come to the rescue?  If our hope is placed here, our demise is certain.  Do we wait for the rules and laws of capitalism to take over?  What happens if we’re too far gone?  Shouldn’t we see this as the end of the era of the America we knew?  Maybe we should, and maybe we should be thankful to God for the opportunity that this new era presents.

 They are brought to their knees and fall,
but we rise up and stand firm.  (Psalm 20:7-8)

A new day is rising in our nation.  The god of money and power is dead.  The God of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob is alive and well and right here waiting.  Maybe we’ll finally open our eyes as a nation and place our hope in the only thing that won’t crash and burn.  Maybe we’ll see our friends and neighbors begin to live for something that won’t fade away.  Maybe we’ll finally once again allow God to bless America.