Whenever she had a big pile of leaves, she would throw a match into it and then go busy herself in the house. Too many times to count, the wind would whip up the flames and the fire would spread to the grass and creep over to our yard.
There was a neighbor who lived behind us named Howell. She would glance out the window and see the flames leaping and we would hear her hollering, "Howell! Howell!" He would come running to try to swat at the flames with a broom. The fire would get away from him and be lapping at the corner of our house and the volunteer firemen would come driving the fire engine across Daddy's prized lawn to put it out.
I was thinking about this in light of our present economic crisis. I am no economist, but it seems to me that our nation was not paying close enough attention to the growing debt. Now the wind has flamed the fire out of control.
Like the lady next door, we are shouting, "Howell!! How-will we ever get out of this mess?"
I am thankful for some leaders who realize that we need to call on Almighty God. It may be too late to rectify the damage that has been done, but it is not too late to strengthen our relationship with God, individually and as a nation, and to turn to HIM in repentance and prayer.
The Lord God says:
“I permitted Myself to be sought
by those who did not ask for Me;
I permitted Myself to be found
by those who did not seek Me.
I said, ‘Here am I, here am I,’
To a nation which did not call on My name."