Is there time left for righteousness to win in our recent presidential election? Admit with me that it looks dim. But admit with me that “with God nothing is impossible,” as well.
No honest American believes fraud was not perpetrated on us in the 2020 election.
It’s late, very late, but maybe not too late. What is “too late” with God! Really!
“He sounds pollyannish!” “Pie in the sky!“ “Let it go!”
I say “why?” What do we lose by giving God a chance through fervent prayer and belief in His good and loving and powerful character?
Untold millions of Americans are still praying—at this late date—not for a political win, but for righteousness to prevail, for God to be honored, for America—maybe western civilization—to be saved from socialism and worse.
God gave me the following some time ago; consider believing Him for another miracle, another shattering of the odds.
The thought slithered into my reveries.
It had to do with the nature of the gods.
Thought I: all are slaves of implacable predictabilities
excepting Him who is free from all mathematical odds.
Gods and demigods fill earth and sky,
and all are as predictable as nature that plods;
Frozen in the grasp of rigid formulae,
while He stands free—and can always beat the odds.
Nature rules them, as He rules nature; they never lived, He never did not.
No other god has ever been able to so much as nod;
They neither wish nor will nor want nor work—did not, do not, can not.
But the living God rules the cosmos and is never subject to the odds.
BY HIS LIVING PRESENCE…
Noah beat the hydraulic odds,
Moses beat the slavery odds,
The widow of Zarephath beat the famine odds,
David beat the Goliath odds,
Daniel beat the lion-cage odds,
Amos beat the pedigree odds,
Naaman beat the disease odds,
Lazarus beat the decomposition odds,
Paul beat the religious odds,
Mary beat the biology odds,
Her Son beat the mortality odds,
And—miracle of miracles—you and I beat the condemnation odds!
What are the odds, one asks,
that of a billion empires only one shall last?
When the earth explodes,
And the cosmos implodes,
When galaxies become dust,
And stars collapse in a rush,
When all sovereignties, kings and queens—
Occidental, oriental, past, present, and as yet unseen—
When they each and all disappear leaving no trace,
That one and only one kingdom will stand in their place?
That sole supremacy, towering eternally over all historical odds
belongs to the King of all kings, the God of all gods—
The God who has, does, and will—beat all the odds!
Ask for God to enable you to believe for one more victory over “simply impossible” odds.
For the glory of God and for the salvation of America.