The Generation of Hope

The Generation of Hope

Isaiah 5:20 speaks of a time when “They say that what is right is wrong and what is wrong is right; that black is white and white is black; bitter is sweet and sweet is bitter."

We are there.

Culture argues over gender, good versus evil, we whitewash the death of innocent people with excuses to soften what is clearlly cold blooded murder.

And then, to round it off, we slap a “God’s Will” label on the top and make ourselves the good guys.

There is a groundswell in this country of people who no longer buy it.

Much of it is coming from the younger generation.

They want answers, and “shut up and support so-and-so” is not good enough.

These young men and women are not jaded by years of letdown and outright lying.

They see the hypocrisy and want real answers.

While the supposed adults in the room line up behind their party ideology, the youth of our country scratch their heads in dismay.

Confusion and chaos reveal America needs more than MAHA to turn this ship around.

Young people are laying down their social media, refusing to scroll another targeted news feed.

They understand the game much better than we do.

They see political candidates for what they are, people looking for a job, not a savior who will change anything.

Stump speeches mean nothing to the next generation.

They understand money buys policy, people, and propaganda.

Words dripping with honey and promises that will be broken, numb their attention, and rightly so.

Wouldn’t it be great if this rollercoaster were suddenly stopped in midair?

If God would put His foot down and say something like, “Okay, enough already, I won’t let this go on any longer.”

Do you ever wonder if God is tired of us?

I know He loves us and has a plan for good.

But if you read the stories from the Bible, even He seems to tire of our folly.

Perhaps the end is near.

Maybe not the end of the world, but the beginning of a thirst for truth.

Deceit is not a foundation to build on, but a sign that our foundation is crippled.

I’m in Portland with my son and his family.

I look at my grandson and wonder what his future will be like.

While some see despair, I see hope.

I’m not naive and know the direction we are headed is bad, but God always seems to have an exit plan for those willing to challenge the status quo.

When I look into my grandson's eyes, I wonder what his world will look like.

As he gurgles and mumbles, I smile.

This generation will pass, and the next may be a little better.

His name, Niko, means “Victory To The People.”

Now that’s something to smile about.