By: Father Jonathan Morris
If I were a betting man, I’d wager my wallet that many of you—or, dare I say, all of us—are worried about America’s future. And, for many of us, this worry is starting to feel more like fear.
How quickly the world has changed in just a few months! By and large it’s an attitude shift, from confidence in our continual and gradual development as people and as a nation, to uncertainty on both accounts.
Attitude isn’t everything. But in this case, it teaches. Our greatness as a nation has relied on our unrelenting hope. If we’ve been good at facing foes, if we’ve been unafraid of work, if we’ve had big ideas and the will to make them work, it’s because our hearts have been accustomed to believing in things unseen.
Some have said this hopeful USA is a product of American “exceptionalism”—a belief that our country is destined for global leadership and exceptional success. Hogwash! Our real success has less to do with national pre-destination and more to do with courageous Americans who dared to believe in every man and woman’s, God-given capacity for greatness, and with wise Americans who rejected its many counterfeits.
Fill a country’s borders with such heart-driven, truth-driven people, and that country will excel.
But now we see the lighthouse of hopeful America shining considerably less bright. What do we do? Is it too late? Are the walls of this exceptional nation about to come tumbling down?
Oh no. I don’t think so. At least not the walls that count. We are entering prime time for real growth. We are reaching a tipping point where America may come face-to-face with the cause of our dwindling hope. With a little more time on our hands and a fewer comforts we may have the presence to recall that never did our hope rest in ourselves. No, the audacity of our hope was not brazen self-confidence. Nor was it confidence in government, politicians, or political parties.
In God we trusted.
Remember? Hopeful America always liked dollars and cents, but the strength of its workforce was not its passion for money. Its power was its purpose—to live and love today as a worthy preparation for an eternal tomorrow. Yes, our strength was hope in things unseen.
If we don’t go back, we will look like old, cold Europe very soon.
God bless,
Father Jonathan
Father Jonathan Morris is author of the new book, “The Promise: God’s Purpose and Plan for when Life Hurts”. For information go to http://www.fatherjonathan.com/
If I were a betting man, I’d wager my wallet that many of you—or, dare I say, all of us—are worried about America’s future. And, for many of us, this worry is starting to feel more like fear.
How quickly the world has changed in just a few months! By and large it’s an attitude shift, from confidence in our continual and gradual development as people and as a nation, to uncertainty on both accounts.
Attitude isn’t everything. But in this case, it teaches. Our greatness as a nation has relied on our unrelenting hope. If we’ve been good at facing foes, if we’ve been unafraid of work, if we’ve had big ideas and the will to make them work, it’s because our hearts have been accustomed to believing in things unseen.
Some have said this hopeful USA is a product of American “exceptionalism”—a belief that our country is destined for global leadership and exceptional success. Hogwash! Our real success has less to do with national pre-destination and more to do with courageous Americans who dared to believe in every man and woman’s, God-given capacity for greatness, and with wise Americans who rejected its many counterfeits.
Fill a country’s borders with such heart-driven, truth-driven people, and that country will excel.
But now we see the lighthouse of hopeful America shining considerably less bright. What do we do? Is it too late? Are the walls of this exceptional nation about to come tumbling down?
Oh no. I don’t think so. At least not the walls that count. We are entering prime time for real growth. We are reaching a tipping point where America may come face-to-face with the cause of our dwindling hope. With a little more time on our hands and a fewer comforts we may have the presence to recall that never did our hope rest in ourselves. No, the audacity of our hope was not brazen self-confidence. Nor was it confidence in government, politicians, or political parties.
In God we trusted.
Remember? Hopeful America always liked dollars and cents, but the strength of its workforce was not its passion for money. Its power was its purpose—to live and love today as a worthy preparation for an eternal tomorrow. Yes, our strength was hope in things unseen.
If we don’t go back, we will look like old, cold Europe very soon.
God bless,
Father Jonathan
Father Jonathan Morris is author of the new book, “The Promise: God’s Purpose and Plan for when Life Hurts”. For information go to http://www.fatherjonathan.com/
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