It was the Sunday after the election, and everywhere I looked I could only see impending doom.
There is no way God would have allowed Barack Obama to become president were He not finally turning America over to judgment, to whatever great or lesser extent that will be.
I sat in my mother’s church and was surprised to feel anger when the worship leader smiled and sang the same songs as ever, as if life hadn’t drastically changed the week before, as if the Church itself wasn’t indicted by Obama’s election.
Then my eye caught....
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