A Consuming Compassion

When I was a kid, I remember a conversation my Mom had with a co-worker, they asked if I had been named for Jeremiah in the Bible. The answer was no, my name is not Jeremiah, just plain ole Jerry.

However, I do seem to have a little in common with Jeremiah, name not withstanding.  Jeremiah was called the ‘weeping prophet’ and the pages of the book named  him is filled with someone who is begging his nation to turn from their ways because he loves his country and doesn’t want to see it destroyed.

Looking back upon many of my blogs, I see that’s what I am doing. The United States of America, my country, is on the backside of greatness sliding into the abyss of obscurity. The founders fought for a freedom we seem to almost be a hindrance and can’t wait to get rid of. Laws are made to insure that others spend our money, while we blindly obey whatever the talking head du jour says is right. This is MY country: it is NOT where it should be, it is travelling in every wrong direction, and the speed increases with each day. I will attempt, as Jeremiah did in his time, to broadcast, document and ultimately watch as the end comes.

However, the following book, Lamentations, Jeremiah says that whatever happens to the physical stuff, it is after all, just stuff. He says it better that I ‘Through the Lord’s mercies we are not consumed, Because His compassions fail not. They are new every morning; Great is Your faithfulness.´(Lamentations 3:22-23). Get back to what matters, the rest will be consumed.