A few short years ago bevies broke and the surging waters from Katrina swept through the town of Mardi Gras, leveling everything in their path. The rebuilding in earnest began to restore that quarter to its former dark glory of sensuality and self-indulgence.
Is the carnival now truly over?
Is its captain standing in a dinghy off-shore, cowardly unwilling to stand on board as he watches the crippled ship, the vein of good fortune, tip over to her doom?
Is the Commander yelling and screaming at the captain, “I command you to get back on board, damn it!” and yet, the captain mumbles garbled excuses as he watches his personal
imaginary kingdom die?
Are the stewards and crewmen of the ship inept at launching the lifeboats and saving the merry-makers who have spent themselves lavishly on pleasure and pride?
Are innocent people dieing from the world’s excess?
Has God given us the boot?
Is the Jester “Folly” leading the parade, standing at the top of the float banging silver painted cow bladders maniacally against the sides of his protective perch? Laughing with disdain at all the merry party-goers lost in the lust of their evenings?
Does God speak in disaster? Can we hear His voice? Like the voice of the Commander in the captain’s ear. Get back on board, Damn it!” Can we hear Him cry out with earnestness, “Get back on board, Damn it!”
And yet all is not lost. There is an Island, a safe haven, a “Lily” of the Valley near the Kingdom of God for all who cry out His name.
Lord Jesus, We implore you and beseech you to raise up a Patriot and a Captain for our beloved and blessed United States before all is lost. A Patriot and Captain who will lead this country with Godly intention and servanthood. A Captain who will not abandon the ship. I pray this earnestly in Jesus’ name, Amen.