Sunlight poured rich and warm as golden syrup on the day, pooling, spilling onto the neighborhood where I walked. Here, there, random showers of pumpkin and russet bits of glory flickered as they fell, gilt round their edges as if by strobe…Brisk wind sent the sound of others, these paper bag scrunching leaves, scuttling, scurrying, scampering in great gusts of dance across lawns. It soughed through treetops, calling, whispering in sea-wave voices — till the very air teemed with excitement, as hundreds of unseen angels, trying, hoping, wafting a coppery message to “look up!”
I felt my eyes starring, misting at this simple beauty. It wrote words across my spirit, filled me with longing to impart to all those fear-filled, heart-and fist-thumping, lost and angry students who have been keeping up outrageous rampage since Tuesday…
This, this is the only “safe place” there is in this world.
Resting in the Secret Place, under the shadow of His wings…
You won’t find it in stomping and marching out of classrooms en masse, shouting obscenities at anyone who disagrees with you. You won’t find it on set apart “safe” benches on campus. You will only trample over it with violence…
And again, I know… this so-called protesting but actual rioting is being spurred on by the demonic, just as C.S. Lewis so portrayed in his Screwtape Letters. The unseen voices of the evil one’s troup of fallen angels, stirring up hate, terror in people …and cackling at their success in creating havoc that deafens hearts and ears to rational hope. Sometimes whispering insidious thoughts of despair, other times wheedling and working through agitators who would stir the caldrons with “oh, what are you going to do” fear till it perpetrates to hyberbole, hysteric levels. People claiming to be “fighting for their lives” – in a FREE NATION (where so many other places in this world they’d be locked up or killed for opposing viewpoints) — “because someone they did not want to win was elected.”
I am gobsmacked. Aghast.
I think of how I (and millions of others) have not been “happy” to have the leadership we’ve had these past many years. Did we take to the streets and terrorize? Absolutely not.
In the land of democracy, we’ve known the best of what America can be and simply respected that a choice was elected. We’ve remembered those who have died to give us such freedom. We did not riot or stomp for our own way. We accepted that the “people had spoken,” we’ve held onto our faith, hope…as people do in a democracy. We’ve supported where we could support…and as is the tradition in a democracy, used our voices peacefully and lawfully to affect changes. We’ve kept our perspective...everything WILL be alright. As much as I’ve not liked a particular group in office, I cannot fathom being party to staging something as denigrating and horrific as symbolic burnings of said people in effigy.
And I stand in open-mouthed gape at this horrific display going on right now.
What IS going on, Lord? I seek.
Into my mind, he showers these leaves of understanding…
- These students have been raised to believe that the government is their god in a way no other generation has. To them, that god is toppling without warning and that is scaring them to words of death. Where anyone older than 22 has known what it is to live in free democracy, these have only known the introduction to a socialistic bent. (I read an online “letter” written by one young girl yesterday who actually stated how, unsuspecting of her “world about to crash,” she’d felt like a bride on her wedding day as she went to vote, “smiled at her socialistic senior neighbors” who had just voted… Her WHAAT?)
- Rhetoric from the election trail that many of us recognized as overblown and false has been heard and digested by these young ones as ultimate truth until they are living in a delusion of terror that their lives are under attack — simply because someone they voted against is now in office. Rhetoric that makes them believe that someone wins an election like some sort of award…rather than the choice of a free people.
- All of this, perpetuated under the guise of “legacy” to our young people. A legacy of a feeling of “entitlement” so overpowering that it allows them to do exactly what they are afraid of – while unfoundedly accusing any who disagree with them of doing — in the name of protest. To have no respect or understanding at all that this is the way of free election. But I ask…how could we want anything but a free election???? For, tell me — how is burning in effigy, destroying the flag, vandalizing, looting (and worse) unlike a spirit of KKK? How are you trumping hate with love when you are screaming HATE in the streets?
- Today, I even heard that these protestors are spewing hate even on fellow voters of their choice who simply want this nation to go on with hope, as most of us do. When Oprah Winfrey stated that though she did not vote Trump, that seeing the way he and the President met and treated each other with mutual respect gives her hope, twitter lit up with statements like “You are now dead to me!”
Walking through showers of gold, I listened again to the wind scampering in the light, soughing through treetops. Mmm. Yes, the very air teemed with excitement, much as hundreds of unseen angels, trying, hoping, wafting their coppery message.
This time, it said… remember My 911 call.
The four million of us evangelicals and Catholics who stood up and voted for God’s values – oh, let us keep declaring this prayer over these students, over our nation now more than ever! It should be daily on our lips…
I heard a minister opening up revelation to beautiful truths in this Psalm. Taking us through each line, he explained how it begins with you and I declaring we will live in God’s safe place, under His shadow, know Him as our refuge and fortress no matter what. What follows is then actually being spoken into us by Jesus our High Priest, our Melchizedek as wondrous promises of truth — the very promises that these who are rioting need to take into their quaking hearts. God alone will surround them with his angels, keep their feet from stumbling, save them from pestilence, keep them from fear and terror in the night…
The minister then unfolded a beautiful testimony of how God moves in His Word spoken aloud as our shield of faith…
He spoke of a friend who was being deployed asking him for specific prayer for he and his platoon…known as a platoon for many casualties. The minister instructed his friend to memorize Psalm 91 and to have each member of the platoon memorize parts of it, to go out into their battles with that word in their mouths, literally and figuratively as their shield. When the man returned, he sought out his minister friend and told him the incredible story of what happened as a result of following this “prescription.”
“Not one of my men was so much as scratched in any of our endeavors!” he reported in exultant wonder. But after he left, casualties were once again coming upon this platoon. Why, he wondered.
“When you left, and many of your men left, with no one to keep them at it — others most likely abandoned the declaration of Psalm 91,” the minister said.
Listening to this story, I was reminded of another I once heard. How actor Jimmy Stewart’s father wrote out Psalm 91 in a letter that Jimmy carried throughout his service term. He too, never had a scratch.
There is power in our prayers…especially our Word-laced ones.
Father, I lift up these lost and angry ones who in the name of peace are wreaking nothing but havoc, hatred and the very terror they fear – in our streets. I declare Your Holy Spirit hovers over them day and night, turning their thoughts from fear to safe haven in YOU. Peace Be. Peace Be.
Help them to quiet the rhetoric, the terror, the thumping of their hearts so they can hear You. I declare America and all our people shall rest under the shadow of the Almighty, not worried what any human being MIGHT do.
That they will honor and respect the great office in this land, be open to what You can and will do to protect us and guide us if we will pray for our leaders.
Send your mighty angel armies to disband the anger and hate being sown by unseen forces.
Pour out your Light upon their hearts, like sunlight spilling rich and warm upon them, removing terror from hearts, turning them to You, lighting them with grace.
And o, God… Fill these with understanding of what a truly free and democratic nation is and the right ways to study and learn and become someone who will make a real difference in the world… Imbue their hearts with thankfulness that they are blessed to live here. That such freedom does not give them the right to spew hate, stalk with terrorizing…but if they will turn to You, You will make them a light to the world in ways they have never imagined. Help them to accept and give those a chance, especially when they do not agree.
And as Thanksgiving approaches, may all of us ruminate and ponder on the wonders and beauty and grace of that first Thanksgiving where America’s gracious respect for one another and our differences first stirred in this nation. How we can take a leaf from their book and give the President Elect the chance His office deserves
© Pam Depoyan