My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings;
          Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!
          Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
          Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare
          The lone and level sands stretch far away.    
                                                    Percy Bysshe Shelley 1818
 
 
       “The smoldering ash heap of history is piled high with the bones of Godless nations,
       their autocrat narcissists, artist propagandists, invertebrate sycophants and the masses
       who revered or defied them.”    - Max M. Golden
 
How will historians view the election of November 8, 2016?  As the beginning of the end of America? The beginning of its rebirth? Or a brief but failed resurgence amid the inexorable fall of an empire?
 
How will other nations view November 8, 2016?   The taming and maturing of a super-power?  The dimming of a city set on a hill? Or the rekindling of a shining dream among nations?
 
How will evangelical Christians view it?  Just another day that darkness roared and pounced and underestimated the light?  Or simply the same field ripe for harvest where souls still need a Savior more than a hero? 
 
How will you view this election day?  As a victory of the spirit of humankind punch drunk on liberty and “enlightenment”?  A triumph of Social Darwinism emancipating the masses from the shackles of the founding father’s “Creator” who endowed liberty? More of the same tenacious encroachment on freedom from a real world “Capitol” a la Hunger Games? Or a welcome reset, tenuous at best, until the the next election cycle?
 
How will God view America on November 8, 2016?  Probably the same as He does on November 7, 9 and every day of the year:
 
“He makes nations great, and destroys them; he enlarges nations, and disperses them.”   Job 12:23
 
“He rules forever by his power, his eyes watch the nations— let not the rebellious rise up against him.”
                                                                                                                                                Psalm 66:7
 
“Blessed is the nation whose God is the LORD, the people he chose for his inheritance.”   Psalm 33:12
 
“The nations have fallen into the pit they have dug; their feet are caught in the net they have hidden. The wicked go down to the realm of the dead, all the nations that forget God.”                                                     Psalm 9:15, 17
 
“If my people, who are called by my name, will humble themselves and pray and seek my face and turn from their wicked ways, then I will hear from heaven, and I will forgive their sin and will heal their land."
                                                                                                                                                 2 Chronicle &:14”
 
 

         
                      “The further a society drifts from the truth, the more it will hate those who speak it.”
                                                                                                                        George Orwell
 
                     “Those who trade the truth for alibis will dine on sand at the banquet of the damned.”
                                                                                                                        Max M. Golden
 
Here is yet another way to view this election choice through all the noise. 
 
Nations only drift if people drift. Election time is always a litmus test for truth and drift. It presents a good opportunity for self examination. Am I part of the drift?  A militant drifter? A passive, silent go-with-the-flow drifter? Or am I standing amid the rising tide, willing to take the pressure, prejudice and even persecution? 

Will my vote promote drift? Or resist it and restore something lost by drifting? Beyond my vote and this election cycle, does my life promote drift? Or resist it and restore something essential? 
 
In these “modern", “progressive” times, is drift inevitable because all things, including truth, are movable? If there is no center, nothing truly sacred and immovable to drift away from, then resistance is as futile and meaningless as the drift. And we are all destined to dine on sand and sing along to - who else?  The Drifters:
 
They say the neon lights are bright on Broadway
They say there's always magic in the air
But when you're walkin' down that street
And you ain't had enough to eat
The glitter rubs right off and you're nowhere
 
 
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Using only their own words, let’s play FIND THE DISSONANCE..  (No, not DJT or HRC’s words.)
 
“Without the right to and reverence for life, Liberty becomes tyranny, even decimation, and the pursuit of happiness rings hollow in the halls of history and hell.”        Max M. Golden
 
“All of our problems are the result of overbreeding among the working class, and if morality is to mean anything at all to us, we must regard all the changes which tend toward the uplift and survival of the human race as moral.”
 
“The most interesting incident of my life was some years ago when I was sitting beside a dying child's bed, watching the pulse and waiting for the crisis. It was about two o'clock in the morning. I started to take the pulse of the child and as I did so, I saw two bodies of the child - one slightly above the other exactly in the same position and an exact replica - except that it was not flesh but a substance more like cob-webs the color of smoke. I stood back and beheld this extraordinary phenomena and watched the upper body move majestically away in a horizontal position across the room and through the closed steel door. The physical body remained and was still breathing. Consciousness was never regained and an hour after, the little girl ceased to breathe.”
 
Birth control means: “the release and cultivation of the better racial elements in our society, and the gradual suppression, elimination and eventual extirpation of defective stocks— those human weeds which threaten the blooming of the finest flowers of American civilization.”
 
“…the most urgent problem today is how to limit and discourage the over-fertility of the mentally and physically defective.”
 
“A farmer would rather produce a thousand thoroughbreds than a million runts. How are we to breed a race of human thoroughbreds unless we follow the same plan? We must make this country into a garden of children instead of a disorderly back lot overrun with human weeds.”
                                                                                       Margaret Sanger  
                                                                                       founder of Planned Parenthood.
   
“…you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother’s womb. I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well. My frame was not hidden from you when I was made in the secret place, when I was woven together in the depths of the earth. Your eyes saw my unformed body; all the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be. 
                                                                            Psalm 139:13-16  King David
 
“…they knew God but did not glorify him as God, nor were thankful, but became futile in their thought and their foolish hearts were darkened. Professing to be wise, they became fools. Thinking themselves wise, their foolish hearts were darkened.”  
                                                                           Apostle Paul Romans 1:21,22

MIRACLE ALERT:   Matthew was our first hurricane.  A doozy.  Wyatt turned 17 on the day the storm hit. Memorable present. We decided to evacuate. Loaded up pictures, videos, paintings, guitars, guns, computers, our little dog Lucy Loo Hoo and Sawyer’s 5’ stuffed bear.  Headed 35 miles inland to Kellie’s parents, unsure, like so many, what we would come back to. 
 
Wyatt and I drove back Saturday to find our acre of 25+ trees smothered in fallen branches, some huge.  But NOT A SHINGLE MISSING or even ruffled!  No broken windows! No flooding! Not one tree down! A giant limb barely missed the new AC unit.  The pool lanai completely in tact.  Not one puncture or tear!  By contrast, less than a mile down the road an airport hanger was destroyed. 
 
Praise Carl Sagan's brute physics and capricious chance?  Hardly.
 
According to my sailor friend Ed, NSB was spared by an act of God through physics. At low tide Saturday morning surge was 3 feet, equal to high tide, poised to wreak havoc pushed by 100 mph winds from the sea.  BUT, the eye of Matthew turned/remained farther off shore than expected. Hmm. Plus, right before high tide, its position switched the wind direction. Hmm.  The northeasterly billows became trailing winds from the west.  Hmm.  This pushed back the surge and massive waves to spare many in our town the level of devastation north of us through the Carolinas.  Hmm.
 
Miracle? Purely physics? Luck?  Hmm.  Certainly a choreography of land, sky and sea...directed by?  allowed by? (Some might feel…unleashed by?)
 
Of course, this begs the question. Was all the damage, destruction and even death elsewhere divine choreography?  God's intended or permissive will?  Permissive, certainly.  All I know is sometimes the Lord calms the wind and the wave and sometimes he lets it rumble, humble and even crumble us. I have experienced all of the above and continue to believe: Life is hard, but God is good.

A majority of “we the people” clearly think the two leading presidential candidates are less than stellar. This speaks volumes about the shape America is in.  But here we are.  Are you torn like I am?
 
It seems this election cycle comes down to a choice between Caricature or Conniver in Chief.
 
To support Caricature in Chief presents extreme dissonance. He actually said he’s “never needed to ask for forgiveness.” I thought only Jesus could make that claim.  Caricature broadcasts an echo chamber of clichés and slogans amplified by bravado, oblivious to the absence of substance. How did bluster without details ever build all those buildings and businesses? Apparently one needs to be very cautious and lawyered up when doing business with him.  Granted, every story has at least two sides and, to be sure, somehow in the business world he gets things done.
 
However, do swagger and imperiousness honor the Oval office and serve the people?  We’ve had a taste of both recently and America is struggling even more - racially, economically, in foreign relations and morally.
 
Does Trump remind anyone else of a genetic mashup of Anchorman’s Ron Burgundy and Looney Tunes’ Yosemite Sam? 
 
On the other side, supporting Conniver in Chief rings with grinding disharmony, requiring a suspension of reason, wisdom and common sense. Madam Conniver is kindred to Community Organizer in Chief who proclaimed "You can keep your doctor and your coverage.” Can anyone who perpetually foxtrots around the truth with such ease and tenacity ever be trusted?  
 
How thick must Conniver’s skin be to stand in front of grieving families and lie to their faces about the death of their loved ones knowing she disregarded their urgent calls for additional security measures for months? And abandoned them in the heat of battle?  All for the sake of avoiding any odor of blame and maintaining the perception of credibility during and election cycle. Irony amplified by actual spilling of life blood becomes infamy.
 
Conniver also has her own echo chamber of clichés and slogans hammered by the Democrats for 50 years including the “righteous” battle cry, “the rich need to pay their fair share.”  IRS fact: top 10% of earners (making over $150K, which is not rich) pay 71% of the taxes while earning only 43% of the income. Nearly 47% of Americans pay very little and often no federal income tax. Fair for crusaders like Conniver translates to “free” as in “free-loaders.”  The same policies of tax and “invest” have have not worked.  So, why think they will this time? Because Conniver will be in charge?
 
(FYI:  In 2015 the Clintons “donated” 96% of their charitable giving, $1 million dollars to their favorite charity, The Clinton Foundation, Vice Chair, Chelsea Clinton.)
 
And then there’s the epic intrigue of her private (spelled: clandestine) server and email.  Subpoenaed then deleted. Her co-conniver and political enforcer Bill meets with chief law enforcer on the threshold of FBI revelations and voila!  A shocking (orchestrated?) failure to bring charges. Meanwhile her minions slouch behind the fifth amendment and gift basket of FBI immunities (free avoid jail cards). Amid all her effort to hide so much Conniver claims to be “the most transparent” figure in public life.  Huh? (Cue the fingernails on chalkboard.)
 
All in all, if anyone can navigate around Hillary’s decades-long record of dishonesty and untrustworthiness and check the box by her name in November, remind me to be very cautious about going into business together or you having my back in a pinch.
 
Clearly both of these humans have drunk from the ample cup of hubris along the way. Haven’t we all had a sip – or two - at least? 
 
Fortunately, our own hubris doesn’t land most of us in the glaring national spotlight, or put any of us beyond the reach of God’s redeeming hand, including connivers and caricatures. The heart of the matter is this: as a nation and as individuals, we need a spiritual reset and renewal…a revival. Transformation of a nation or community begins with transformed hearts and souls.
 
However, if revival delays past November 8, this much seems clear: “we the people” need more than another cagey, career politician or a swashbuckling billionaire.  We know what we get with the first. Politician has become synonymous with perception manager at the least and at worst – a very practiced and polished liar.  The second option might work great in a movie but will a Tony Stark wannabe make our country great, or more greatly distressed?
 
We need a leader. 
 
Herein lies more dissonance: neither candidate appears to be a wholly admirable leader except to those who benefit directly from their momentum and largesse (spelled: cash). But both are highly effective pied pipers with great production staffs who back light him in smoke to classic rock and roll or extoll her in the mellifluous tones of an iconic actor who so winsomely played God. 
 
We mortals simply have to settle for natural sunlight without a Morgan Freeman narration transforming our mundane daily lives into noble stories of overcoming Thoreau’s quiet desperation, while the media masters of the masses live luxuriously on our dime and adulation. Does all this tension and drama leave anyone else hungry for an alternate ending to the story?
 
Imagine this far-fetched scenario:  What if Hillary did what is difficult for all of us, just came clean?  Shot straight.  Imagine her coming clean whatever the consequences. Picture her saying, “Regrettably, I have knowingly misled the American people about a number of things. And even lied to myself about the truth for the sake of appearances. I’m ready to face the consequences whatever they are.” Coming clean might cost her the Oval office – or not. But she could actually finish well, be revered by most instead of reviled by many.  Wouldn’t that give her grandchildren a truly shining legacy? What's that thing Jesus said about gaining the whole world (a limitless fortune and presidential library) but losing your soul?
 
There are connivers aplenty in the Bible and in history.  (Jacob whose name meant “deceiver” for example) Some were humbled and some resisted to the bitter end.
 
As for Donald, what if he stepped out from behind the bluster, the hairspray and makeup, laid down the verbal chainsaw, unplugged from the IV of bravado and raised the bar on substance. Imagine him saying publicly “I have hurt a lot of people with this big mouth and ego and I have asked God for forgiveness and I’m asking you as well.”  And what if he did that privately to individual targets of that hurt?  Imagine if he followed up with financial reparations to anyone he short-sheeted in business. Like Zacheus, repaying 4X the damage inflicted.  Character could eclipse caricature.
 
Now THAT would be newsworthy.  After all, people rally to character, humility, authenticity and honesty. But apparently we the “sheeple”, as someone has called us, also form chanting lines (and violent riots) behind well-funded, pied pipers of slogans, rhetoric and grandiose promises of security, prosperity and free stuff dispensed from the greedy hands and tax-swollen teats of the gargantuan government sow.  (Oooh, sorry for stamping that image in your head.  Maybe I should have back-lit it in smoke and hired Morgan Freeman to deliver the lines?)
 
God and history have dealt decisively with dishonest and arrogant rulers and nations.  They are not beyond his influence.  “The king’s heart is like channels of water in the hand of the Lord; He turns it wherever He wishes.” (Proverbs 21:1)  But clearly, the Supreme Judge, wise dispenser of justice, mercy and free will gives us a lot of latitude to connive or come clean, choose caricature over character.
 
I plan to vote this November 8 with a less than enthusiastic heart, still secure that God, not any pied piper, masterful production staff, iconic actor or sheeple’s “champion” is ultimately in charge of history, nations, truth, justice and the redemption offered to the conniver and caricature in us all. 
 
Maybe I’ll just console myself by writing in a true-blue, proven leader who combines the wisdom, values and goodness of Andy Griffith with the energy and innovation of Phineas Flynn.  When I find such a candidate, I’ll let you know.
 

                       The Hokey Pokey – Is That What It’s All About?
 
I want to make a promise.  As a worship leader I promise never to lead “The Hokey Pokey.”  Not because it’s not catchy, widely familiar and can create joy and unity with snappy choreography, but because the Hokey Pokey stands in direct contrast to worship as a lifestyle described in Romans 12:1,2.
 
            “Present your bodies as a living sacrifice, which is your holy and acceptable act of worship,
            and do not be conformed to this world but be transformed by the renewing of your mind…”
           
I hear the voice of Jerry Seinfeld in this next paragraph.
 
As the classic children’s song goes, you put your hand in and then out.  You put your foot in, then out.  Your head in and out. Finally, you put your WHOLE SELF in - then out again.  How NONcommittal is THAT?  And then you “turn yourself around” in a full circle having gone NOwhere! Is that REALLY what it’s ALL ABOUT?
That’s about as existentially depressing as it gets!
 
Following Christ in a lifestyle of worship is about being ALL IN.  Not sometimes in. Sometimes out. Becoming a follower of Christ is about turning 180 from self to Jesus, not once but daily, always moving with His help toward His likeness. There is nothing hokey or pokey about following Christ. “Whoever wants to be my disciple must must deny himself, take up his cross and follow me.”  Matthew 16:24
 
In a culture addicted to the pursuit of self, especially personal happiness, that 180 turn is a real struggle. I should know. I grew up living its anthems: “It’s Your Thing Do What You Want to Do”; “Love the One You’re With”; “Nah Nah Nah Nah live for today and don’t worry bout tomorrow”; “Hey! You! Get off of my cloud! Don't hang around 'cause two's a crowd on my cloud, baby.” My parents had a different anthem but same theme, “I Did It My Way”.  The generation after mine even got militant about selfishness with “You Gotta Fight for your Right to Parrtaay.”
 
The current of self-empowerment, self determination, believing in YOUR self, YOUR dreams, YOUR rights has only gotten stronger.  Swimming against it takes more than being half-hearted.
 
Honestly, don’t we all wrestle with this? Can we be hot and cold? Have fickle, fear-driven, faithless, duplicitous (spelled: hypocritical), go-with-the-flow episodes? Of course. That’s why even true believers sing “Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it, prone to leave the God I love.” (from the hymn “Come Thou Fount”)
 
There is a reason we don’t sing (though it might be more honest): SOME to Jesus I surrender / SOME to Him I freely give / I will SOMETIMES love and trust Him / In His presence SOMETIMES live.  I surrender SOME.  I surrender SOME…
 
Christ has shown us by his life and death that He is All IN for us – day and night, for the long haul.  “I am with you always even to the end of the age.” (Matthew 28:20) So we sing “You are true even in my wandering” (from the song Forever Reign) and “Thine own dear presence to cheer and to guide” (from the timeless hymn, “Great is Thy faithfulness.”)
 
First and foremost, it all rides on being IN Him, in fact, IN-timate with Him. So we sing songs like this from
2 Corinthians 3:18 and continue to look to Him for the transforming power to live and love and move and breathe…IN Him. 
 
                     With unveiled faces we behold Your glory
                     Drawn to the image we are changing into
                     With unveiled faced from glory to glory
                     Make and remake us, Lord, like you
                     Make and remake us, Lord, like you
                                                                                   © 2016 Skin Horse, Inc ASCAP by billy Sprague
 
Let me ask believers (including me) this:  R.U.N? All in?  24/7?  Are we IN from here and now to our last breath?  Are we living a hokey pokey faith?  Sometimes in? Sometimes out? Still trying to turn our self around? Getting nowhere?  
 
If you are not a believer (yet), and have never surrendered ALL at all, maybe you need to get face to face with this the core question: Are you IN Christ?  I don’t mean just convinced by creation that God made the world.  Have you been convicted that you fall short of His glory and holiness and best for you?  And then been captured by His great mercy and converted by belief IN Him?  Convinced and convicted fall short of captured and converted.
 
Conversion takes belief. Ultimately, that’s what it boils down to. “If you confess with your mouth that Jesus is Lord, and believe in your heart that God raised him from the dead, you will be saved.”  (Romans 10:9)  Believing is how you get IN. “To those who believed in His name he gave the power to become children of God.”  John 1:12
 
The mercy, hope and assurance in Jesus are just three reasons why believers still sing the most well-known song in the world; and why its beauty and power even resonates with the masses of unconvinced, unconvicted, and as yet uncaptured and unconverted souls. And why wouldn’t they? After all, a previously unbelieving heart, who became convinced, convicted, captured and converted wrote this anthem that spans generations and centuries.
 
                            Amazing Grace how sweet the sound
                            That saved a wretch like me
                            I once was lost but now I’m found
                            Was blind but now I see
 
So. R.U.N?  Are you IN the One in whom “ALL things hold together?” (Colossians 1:15) Jesus is INclusive.  INvites all. To be all in. INcluding you. And me (amazingly) and a former cruel slave trader, John Newton, composer of Amazing Grace. 
 
When it’s all said and done; when doing your thing, living for today turns into a string of empty yesterdays and uncertain tomorrows; when it gets painfully lonesome on your existential cloud and you’ve done it your way till all the fight in you is partied out; you're spinning in circles around the sun but going nowhere - when the music fades, lights dim, and all our days are done…being found IN Him…IN the love that chose the cross – for you and me - that’s what it’s all about.
 
 
 
 

My new life begins today.
 
September 19, 2016
 
Why today?  Why not?  It’s my mother’s birthday.  She is 86.  Born 1930.  Happy birthday, dear mother.
That’s a good road marker but not the reason my new life begins today.  As I woke up this morning
an enormous longing rose from a long-smoldering unquiet in my soul, broke the surface and the silence.
It didn’t scream. It calmly whispered:  My new life begins today.  
 
My spirit stretched, reached, opened to a hunger.  For more.  To throw off the smothering fog of Thoreau’s
“quiet discontent.”   To be more.  To see more and reflect more of God’s glory poured daily into this life
 
I told my drowsy wife. “That sounds good,” she mumbled.  I told both my sons. They were amused.  I texted
it to my daughter in her new life at college.  My new life begins today.
 
And it’s already begun. I had two song ideas before I got out of the shower. I have FIVE books begun
that need finishing.  I have a song three weeks old for my daughter that I still need to sing to her. It’s about
getting a grip on time passing. In my new life I don’t have time for that kind of irony.  I have a Broadway
musical in the works with some inspiring friends.  I need to connect and reconnect with others.  I even
​had a new book idea today called, “My New Life Begins Today.”
 
So.  That’s it.  Just thought I’d let you know.  My new life begins today.
 
Billy