My friends, Earl & Cornbread, and I decided to go camping, just to get away from every day life and all of the drama plaguing our country. We set up camp in the Forest, next to a river. It was nice, peaceful, and quiet. We fished a bit and started a campfire. We sat and talked for hours about any and everything. As the sun fell and darkness rose, we noticed several other campfires burning in the woods. Evidently, we weren't the only ones needing a break from the norm. The next morning, the sun began to rise, and so did a stench that could warp concrete. Pugnacious, it was, to our olfactories. Curious as to what it could be, we began to search it out. Others in the Forest were just as interested as we were, to find out the source of this foulness that totally wrecked a beautiful sunrise.
We came to a large clearing in the center of the Forest, where stood an large and high platform. Atop it stood our nation's leaders. Beneath it, laid a pile of rotting corpses of trust; my trust, Cornbread's trust, Earl's trust, and the trusts of all others who sought refuge and peace in the Forest. As more citizens emerged from the woods, into the clearing, more trusts were murdered by our leaders above, and tossed to the ground below. As we stood there, watching our government continually sacrifice the trusts of the nation, as though we were in a remake of Mel Gibson's "Apocalypto", we began to accept the fact that we all simply sought the common grounds of peace and leadership we can trust to have our best interests at heart.
We also came to accept the fact that trust in man will often, if not always, leave us hurt, betrayed, or disappointed. One by one, we began dragging off the corpses of our individual trusts and turning them over to the Word of God, Jesus Christ, Who stood at the edge of the Forest awaiting our invitations. He resurrected our trusts, restored our hope, and revived our souls. Angered and appalled by our leaders, we took axes to the posts which supported the platform upon which the trust killers stood. Eventually, the corrupt found themselves lying upon the ground which once cradled our decaying trusts. Terrified of a godly nation, they scattered to the winds. We set ablaze the remains of their platform, and built a new alter of stone. Upon it, we placed Jesus Christ, King of Kings; Lord of Lords.
Having shed our old selves like the wicked witch's workers of "The Wiz", we began to fellowship and express Love for one another through action. "All the believers were together and had everything in common. They sold property and possessions to give to anyone who had need. Every day they continued to meet together in the temple courts. They broke bread in their homes and ate together with glad and sincere hearts, praising God and enjoying the favor of all the people. And the Lord added to their number daily those who were being saved (Acts 2:44-47)."
Those who have ears, let them hear.......
Bryan Hollomon Williams