Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.
"Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries she
With silent lips. "Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"
Emma Lazarus, 1883
The question is not so much do we mean that any more, but more to the point; do we deserve any more? Are we worthy of The Statue or should we consider returning to France until another nation comes onto the stage of history that will take up the torch of Liberty?
So many questions...so much venting of the spleen...sigh...like so many others in the times we live in, we tear away at the fabric that binds us together and we are merely further rent asunder. A sign of the times? A house divided? A harbinger of the fall of a civilization? Only time will tell.
For now we vent the spleen and I merely add to the darkness. My soul laments the dying of the Spirit that once made the nation great.
Of all the ills that infect the nation's health, the evil and wickedness of idolatry must stand head and shoulders above all else. It is our rapacious greed, that testifies against us, and our faith in the God of the Multi-National Corporation that has become the Graven Image that will in certainty be our undoing.
The Prophets of ages past called for repentance. They called the nation back to the God of Justice and Compassion. Typically their voices were ignored, and the nation fell to the enemy and they were carried off into exile.
Perhaps we face a similar time. What passes for Theology these days finds no happy home in my heart. It is a theology that finds safe harbor for bigotry and for greed; for anger and judgment. Gays, Liberals, Intellectuals are marginalized often with a dismissive wave of the hand, and we merely sit in silence unsure of what to say.
I believe it is a time to call for repentance.