When I read passages like the one below, and recall the stories shared with me as a child, stories that framed a foundation for my faith, and as a Pentecostal, moments near miraculous, I still wonder if my generation has provided sufficient means to carry those coming behind us.
With brick and mortar on every corner, still our country, once meriting the thoughts of some as a Second Isreal, is now fighting to sustain her morality, while less and less a shared prosperity, and with few exceptions, little demonstration of the divine outside the walls of her many religious edifices.
Something is missing, yet still by faith, a faith renewed daily by way of conversation with those of upcoming generations, I am hoping that new life is being birthed in this Red Sea moment in America.
"But the Israelites went through the sea on dry ground, with a wall of water on their right and on their left. [30] That day the Lord saved Israel from the hands of the Egyptians, and Israel saw the Egyptians lying dead on the shore. And when the Israelites saw the mighty hand of the Lord displayed against the Egyptians, the people feared the Lord and put their trust in him and in Moses his servant." Exodus 14:29-31 NIV
As I read your morning devotional I am getting ready to go to church hope you have a great day