It seems that the longer I live, the more the populace of this “great” country of ours resembles the judgment against humanity in Romans 1:18-32. And I’m not talking about an incident in New York City, another in San Francisco, and another in New Orleans on Mardi Gras, but I’m talking about at least two very striking incidents in Raleigh … in one day, nonetheless. First, a man who rapes and murders his 10-month-old stepdaughter somehow manages not to be condemned to death, and second, a female “pastor” declares that she will not perform any more heterosexual marriages until homosexual marriage is legal in North Carolina. Good grief.
I suppose I shouldn’t expect any different. I mean, presuming that the Bible is true, I should expect that the majority of this country’s citizens would be quick to shed blood, would desire to trade that which is natural for that which is unnatural (or at least support it), and would desire that justice not be done. And considering that we have been murdering millions of infants for decades, are infatuated with homosexuality, and are ignoring the blood of a 10-month-old child crying out from the ground, well, I say that we’ve pretty much arrived.
Because of these things, among many others, I’m not proud to be an American. In fact, I’m disgusted. And if I do, for some reason, find myself being proud to be an American, I loathe it. For I know that when all is said and done, America will be a small, rank spot of piss and blood on the fabric of history.