“The year’s at the spring,
And day’s at the morn;
Morning’s at seven;
The hill-side’s dew-pearled;
The lark’s on the wing;
The snail’s on the thorn;
God’s in his Heaven –
All’s right with the world!”
Is it possible the Far Right is suffering from a congenital nervous break down? Perhaps it is time for all of us to take a breather, and look at the world around us. The Pink Flamingo is as guilty as everyone else, so this little lecture is for me, as well.
I love hibiscus. They are my very favorite flower. I think that is because I am from South Florida. My grandfather Froehlich loved hibiscus. The last moments I ever spent with him were when my mother and I were getting ready to drive back to South Carolina. He was suffering from dementia brought on by a series of TIA strokes. The previous evening he had been extremely lucid. We watched an old Dietrich movie, The Scarlett Empress. He was telling me about the actress, who would come visit her aunt and uncle who lived next door to my grandparents there in the Land of the Hanging Chad. He told me about her visits, and we watched the movie.
The next morning, he was still fairly with it, as we walked for the last time down the dirt road that lead to his wonderful old cattle barn. He stopped to pick a hibiscus for my grandmother. Every day of their 65 year marriage, if he was able to do so, or was not traveling away from her, he would put a hibiscus by her breakfast plate. If there were no hibiscus, he would find some flower to give her.
Because of this, I view hibiscus as something special. The other day I purchased an apparently beat up bush at Wallyworld, needing to fix up my tawdry little balcony for a party at the end of the month. This afternoon I looked out and found this bloom. I had just finished talking to my father about what I will discuss in a few moments.
To me, the hibiscus at that moment, is rather like the Hand of God, telling me that He is in His heaven and He is taking care of this world.
THE HAND OF GOD
Remember the other week when General Petraeus fainted during testimony for the Senate Armed Services Committee?
Did you stop and pray for him the way I did?
Bet you did.
Bet a lot of people did.
My faith is rather simple. I believe that God is in charge. I probably have a tad of predestination remaining from my Presbyterian upbringing, added to Episcopalian pragmatism. I don’t know about you, but all of this is a sign that God is indeed in His Heaven.
Why are we bitching and complaining?
I gotta go back to my basic faith. I think we need to remember General P in our prayers. The Lord has touched this man. It is obvious He wants us doing a heck of a lot of prayer for him and for our country. He is in charge. The country is not falling apart. Our Father is in Heaven, and is in charge of everything. Now, say a prayer for Barack Obama.
pray without ceasing;
in everything give thanks;
for this is God’s will for you in Christ Jesus.
(I Thessalonians 5: 16-18)
What is truly sad is that Barack Obama apparently does not know Christ. His is the least blessed Administration I’ve ever seen. Perhaps that is the real tragedy of it all. The right is so busy fighting him we are forgetting this man needs prayer. Our country needs prayer. Currently there is so much hate, fear, and anger that we are giving over to the dark side.
Perhaps we should remember to means-test from Phillippians 4:8
whatever is true,
whatever is noble,
whatever is right,
whatever is pure,
whatever is lovely,
whatever is admirable–
if anything is excellent or praiseworthy–
think about such things.