Who Has A Good Heart?

For us, here in New Hampshire, it's the day after Labor Day.  So many out on Hodsdon Shore down the way.  Skittering Sea-doos careening around the bay.  Even I, out in my canoe, getting into the river as far as the old beaver pond.  Families.  Friends.  Peace.  A Holiday.

But today, so much seeming to break loose.  With a picture of Hurricane  Gordon heading into the Gulf, David Muir, on his national network program, went from one seeming disaster to the next:  The angry accusations in the Senate Committee Hearing, where Judge Kavanaugh had come to be questioned, and insulted, perhaps trapped, as he took the first step toward confirmation as the newest Supreme Court Justice.  His family was with him.  His wife and young children.  Cousins.  Aunts and uncles.  Friends who care about him.

Protesters could be heard from the balcony.  They'd made up their minds.  This was the man who could tilt the court toward saving the lives of millions of babies in the womb whom so many in America do not want saved.  Angry exchanges, just to get the hearing started - so shrill and threatening that the nominee's little children were escorted out of the room.

But then, another "bombshell" aimed at the White House by Watergate-famed, Pulitzer Prize-winning journalist Bob Woodward's book on Trump and the White House, called Fear.  Quotations from the inner circle around the President from those trying to keep the President "from starting World War III." or from incriminating himself by inadvertently lying to Special Prosecutor Mueller.

One watched, or listened, as press reports conveyed a sense that the noose was tightening, that all of Washington and beyond - the normal, sane people, wanted our nation's president destroyed, dismissed, defeated in every way possible.

Despite numbers of good things, wise things, he's done.  His own self-defense seems to betray him and add to the sense of crisis.

You want to weep for him.  To reach out and hold him.  Speak comfort to him.  To say, "despite it all, I see the good heart within.  I see, beneath the boasting, and the defending, and the sense of a hurricane in the White House, the will to break through with change, and new possibilities that will help us all.  Hold on, Donald.  Look over your shoulder toward the Lord Who loves you and is trying to lead you.  Take His hand.  Take peace.  Go slow.  Pray.  Let the storm be stilled.  You are our President.  We need you.  See the vision.  Leave these battles.  Take the high way.  Offer your best.  We have seen the good heart.  We believe it's real.  God bless you  -  yes, and comfort and guide you."