State of The Balloon

Did you watch the president's State of the Union Address last night? I didn't either. I don't think we missed anything.

To me, the State of the Union speech is merely a bunch of suits and dresses deciding whether or not they should clap their hands or shake their heads for the suit giving the speech. It's the same year after year.

As Solomon once said, "There is nothing new under the sun." So, I thought, 'What if we had a State of the Faith speech instead?'

Sadly, it seems like our county's beliefs are in the same sad shape as our balloon defense system. Pitiful.

We heard from our pastor on Sunday that only 45% of professing Christians are 'born again.' That's pretty sad when you consider that Jesus Himself said, "You must be born again."

"Jesus replied, “Very truly I tell you, no one can see the kingdom of God unless they are born again.” - John 3:3

That means that 55% of today's professing Christians are going to be very disappointed in the near future. Those who don't place their faith in Jesus before He raptures His church out of this crazy world are going to end up just like that Chinese spy balloon - spiraling ever downward until they crash and burn.

The state of our union will never be as good as it could be without Jesus as its head. We must trust in Him today and become born again if we are ever to break free of the bonds of this world we are living in. We must repent of our sins and trust in God for our deliverance of our souls.

HIGH FLIGHT

by John Gillespie Magee Jr.

Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth

And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;

Sunward I've climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth

of sun-split clouds,—and done a hundred things

You have not dreamed of—wheeled and soared and swung

High in the sunlit silence. Hov'ring there,

I've chased the shouting wind along, and flung

My eager craft through footless halls of air ....

Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue

I've topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace

Where never lark nor ever eagle flew—

And, while with silent lifting mind I've trod

The high untrespassed sanctity of space,

Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.