As I watched the news yesterday I was disheartened by the burgeoning crisis in the Ukraine, the launch of missiles in North Korea, the new proposal for "three-parented" children (a "not-so subtle" form of eugenics), the bill before the Arizona governor regarding businesses and their responsibilities to gays (it was vetoed, thankfully)...and an unending list of other critical issues threatening to discolor the landscape of our already fragile world.
Mostly, I thought about my twelve grandchildren.
They range in age from six years old--Brady had a birthday yesterday--through seventeen--Sage graduates from high school in 2015. What kind of a world will they inherit?
I felt sad because in the midst of all of this social and global confusion, there are whispers that we are making progress. In the name of tolerance and equality we are redefining traditional marriage; we are coercing participation in a noble but costly plan to provide health insurance for everyone; we are proposing to brutally slash the size of our armed forces in a volatile world climate under the guise of good economics and we are quietly looking the other way while our President--as others before him have done, acts with papal-like authority in executing policy.
Where will it all end?
It is a fragile world, seemingly held together by men--a few good, most not--well-intentioned and traqically flawed. They are in over their heads.
Above them is a sovereign God.
This is His world. He is still in control. And He will be when my grandchildren become adults.
Somehow, that gives me hope.
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