Change of Seasons

On Saturday, March 20th, Spring arrived in the northern hemisphere.

On Sunday, March 21st, Winter descended upon America and its economy.

The so-called “health care” legislation that was passed by the House of (Mis-)Representatives Sunday evening is the latest and “greatest” of the power grabs by the elite political class that believes it has the mandate to control every aspect of every American life.  Excepting, of course, the unborn life, which is preferably murdered inside its mother’s body.

There are no words to describe the feelings of despair I have for my country, my own future, and especially the future of my children.  Unless the unthinkable happens and the legislation is repealed or eviscerated (which is unlikely, since the Republican party hacks in the Senate and the House are, for the most part, too despicably cowardly to stand up for principle, ethics, or morality), this monstrosity of a government takeover will ultimately destroy our economy, our way of life, our fortunes (meager as they may be), and, ironically, our health.

What can someone like me do?  Armed rebellion is out of the question.  I could not dream of something as outrageous as committing a criminal act against the government or any elected official, no matter how despicable he or she certainly is.  I cannot refuse to pay taxes or withdraw from society, because the long arm of the government will just insert itself deeper into a very uncomfortable place.

There is something I can do.  I don’t want to do it.  I have an extremely difficult time doing it.  But it is the only thing I can do that can possibly have any effect on the matters at hand.

I can pray.

God commands me to pray for and to submit to those who are over me (see 1 Timothy 2:1-3 and Romans 13; Matthew Henry’s commentary on that chapter is most illuminating) whether I like it or not.  He has allowed the government in our country to exist in its current form and to make the laws that it is currently making.  This is all within His knowledge and His plan for me, my family, and all of His children.  We certainly cannot understand it, but by faith we can believe it and trust Him completely.  He knows what He is doing.

So I pray and try not to worry, get mad, or especially not to get even.  God will take care of me and my family, and He will take care of His enemies someday.

Now to control myself so I don’t think I have to help Him with something.

One positive thought:  since the health care legislation puts  the decision for end-of-life care into the hands of some nameless, faceless government hack, that means that I may get to heaven a bit sooner than I thought possible.  Interesting thought, that one.  Not necessarily what I would have wanted, but who am I to complain?