I was inadvertently called a closed-minded religious bigot today. I don't mind really. I told one of my classmates yesterday, "People think I'm closed minded and I am." When it comes to the Gospel and it comes to God's word, I will not move.
I was basically called a closed-minded religious bigot today because I said that I have a problem with a Mormon being president. What he believes is not just different than what I do, but is an affront, a complete corruption of the Gospel and the Word of God and consequently the heart of the very thing upon which this country was founded. This individual's statement was indicative of something that I have been noticing a lot of lately and that is compromise.
When I was a little girl, my dad had a Keith Green cassette tape called "No Compromise." Every time I hear that word, I think of the tape. On the cover is a crowd of people bowing to an earthly king, worshiping him, and just one man standing up refusing to go along with the crowd.
Here it is: (wonders of Google!)
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There is not much of this left today. Not in the church, not in the political arena. Those who do stand are called crazy, closed minded, the list goes on and on and on. There is nothing new under the sun. The Lord has really been impressing on my heart not to compromise and I have been crying out to Him to strengthen me for the fight ahead.
I got used to "being the only one" at my very liberal, very unchristian alma mater, but who would think I would also have to get used to it at a "Christian" university or among "conservative" Americans. I might not be actually alone here, but I can safely say "one of the only ones." I have been brought to tears numerous times recently thinking of what we are throwing away because of our willingness to compromise. I watch a nation's leaders and I watch a church willing to toss away so much because of the uncomfortableness and lack of popularity that comes with taking a stand.
Politics today disgusts me. The more I study the Constitution, and the more I study the biblical foundation that we had as a young country, and the more I see what we are throwing away, it breaks my heart. Why do I cry when I think about it? Because those who wish to so flippantly throw something away are touching something so dear and precious to my heart. I love my country. I love the idea that we were a nation of law and not of men. I love that we looked to God's Word as our authority for our laws. Above all these things, I love the Savior of my soul.
Some of the very first people here in America came because they were being persecuted for the Gospel and were unwilling to compromise. This country was a refuge for those who wished to worship God freely, who wished to spread the Gospel freely. Men shed their blood for the idea that God gave us rights that we could not give away even if we wanted to. Some of the most influential men in the American Revolution that you never hear about were the preachers and those who were in the Black Regiment, who proclaimed, "No king but King Jesus!" Many died proclaiming this, but I am alive and saved today because of this foundation and their sacrifice. Surely, the Gospel goes forth in other countries where it must be done secretly, but how glorious to live in a country that protected the freedom to preach unashamedly.
My heart breaks for my country, tears flow freely down my cheeks and I ask that God have mercy on this country and change the hearts of our leaders. He is the only one who can change them. I pray that He will use me to restore those ancient paths and that I will serve no king but King Jesus.
