Blessed Is The One Who Falls Through (Part 2)

   The more and more threadbare the moral fabric of the nation, the less that fabric is able to cover up. Is it just me or does it seem that there is an awful lot of indecent exposure in the nation these days? There appears to be less and less care about national modesty and humility. Instead it seems we have opted to strip down in full view of our gawking neighbors to expose those parts that a modest nation would prefer not to reveal. In a nation where it has become voguish to toss out a spouse in order to pickup a partner, it is not that far a stretch to find that foreign relations, designed to deal with matters of state, have been supplanted by torrid, overseas affairs, driven by lust for personal power. That said, there could be something more behind all that is being exposed, than just the exposure itself. What if the shame, the exposure, the national humbling and embarassment we are experiencing, could actually be for our own good?  

   Perhaps there is a Soverign Providence behind what has now become an unending parade of indecent motives, corrupt associations and immoral behaviors, things that for years have been hidden. Could it be that what we have been thinking was a national moral fabric is instead a blanket thrown over the beds we have been sleeping on so as to cloak what is really happening between the covers? It is entirely impossible to imagine that a holy, sovereign God, who has set a date to return to the world He allowed us to be stewards of, would prefer to let own national nakedness be exposed now, hoping that public shame would turn us around, rather than to find us shamelessly flaunting ourselves before a watching world. But, have we passed the point of being shameable as a nation? Have our hemlines been creeping up and our neckline down for so long that the skimpy strip that now barely covers the nation's backside is actually fashionable? Pride and shame are much nearer cousins than this generation may think, and a healthy amount of each is indispensable for any people who gather together under the banners and flag whose words and colors actually stand for something. Something once gained, once cherished, but now treated more like the nation's trash than its national treasure.