Padre's Ponderings, Brexit, et al. June 30, 2016

July 5, 2016 | by: Father Chuck Owens | 0 comments

Posted in: Encouragement | Tags: Padre's Ponderings

"Brexit, et al."

"We have headed into uncharted waters!" That sentence was one of a plethora of gloom and doom statements voiced repeatedly on June 24th by English bureaucrats opposed to Great Britain's leaving the European Union. "Uncharted waters" . . . the phrase seemed to reference the notion of those in power that ordinary blokes cannot possibly decide what's best for themselves - that without someone to lord-it-over-them, they'll wreck the ship of state on uncharted shoals. Many on this side of the pond share that same sentiment and I believe they're right . . . but for a very different reason.

On July 4, 1776, we the people ventured into uncharted waters when we chose to no longer be governed by foreign authorities; but we did so "with a firm reliance on the protection of divine Providence" - we trusted that He who created the waters would guide us through them. But in the centuries since, our nation has drifted far off course, choosing to ignore our Captain's advice and to scuttle God's charts in favor of self-centered dead reckoning. God's judgment upon our mutiny has been to let us have the helm and we're headed onto the rocks.

The fact is we do indeed need a Lord over us; but wresting power for ourselves from our own version of the aristocracy we once sought to escape will not suffice. Only when the Lord of Lords is again enthroned in our hearts will He return to His rightful place on our country's bridge. Apart from divine Providence, we cannot protect ourselves from ourselves. Apart from God, the United States will never resemble that heavenly country He has prepared for those who love Him.

"And there's another country, I've heard of long ago,
Most dear to them that love her, most great to them that know; We may not count her armies, we may not see her King; Her fortress is a faithful heart, her pride is suffering;
And soul by soul and silently her shining bounds increase,
And her ways are ways of gentleness, and all her paths are peace."
                                                         From "I Vow To Thee, My Country"  by Cecil Spring Rice 1908

In His Power and for His Glory,


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