Four hundred years. Four hundred years of silence. Four hundred years waiting to hear from God. Waiting for a sign. Waiting for a prophet. Waiting for something.
Waiting.
And waiting.
And waiting.
Generation after generation. Waiting for words from God. For direction. For manifest presence. For the God who parted the sea for Moses and sent down fire from Heaven for Elijah. For the living God who performed the miracles of old to speak yet again. Living in the silence must have been agonizing. Longing for God to appear. Day after day. Year after year. Decade after decade. Hope set fully on the coming Messiah. Groaning along with creation. Longing for redemption. Expecting a Savior. Expecting a King!
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In the wake of the alt-right, white supremacist, outright insanity that took place in Charlottesville, VA over this past weekend I have gone through a litany of emotions and responses. I have been angry – no, outraged at the sheer audacity of these fools carrying a flag that our grandfathers and great-grandfathers sacrificed life and limb to wage war against. I’ve been stupefied at our President’s absolutely 
