Lon Woodrum's Writings and Sermons
Amos Goes to Washington
Lon Woodrum: Printed in "Christianity Today"
Woe unto them that are at ease in Washington D. C.; who trust in bureaucracies, and the power of the dollar! Chiefs of this most powerful race, to whom the people of America look. Pass over to London, and see. From there, go to Moscow the great! Then go down to Rome of the Italians. And are you really better than these lands, as you so often boast?
You that put off the “day of reckoning” - being indifferent toward immorality, and lawlessness, and creeping anarchy! And even some of your chief religious leaders endorse sexual license, while others are heralding “the death of God.”
You that lie upon mattresses which to sleep on is like “sleeping on a cloud,” and grow over-fat on too much rich food while you loll in overstuffed chairs, harkening to trivia on TV! That writhe like tormented savages to the weird sound of guitars played by wild-eyed murderers of music!
That drink wine and martinis and stingers and Grasshoppers, and smoke longer and longer cigarettes, although your medics have warned you they may cause lung cancer and heart attacks; and are not grieved for the affliction of young men in your streets, and the youth headed for anarchy in your nation.
Therefore shall the price of commodities rise high, and higher, with encroaching inflation; and your banquets be taken away by reason of the population explosion ... and your energy shortage become more and more acute.
The Lord has sworn by Himself, “I abhor the pride of America! Therefore will I deliver up the country with all its senators and congressmen, and those who ride on political coattails; and all who accept payoffs who sit in the highest seats in the land!
And it shall come to pass, that, if there remain ten men in one house. they shall all die - for the thermonuclear power of the foe is as great as your own! And, if some survivor brings the bodies from the rubble for cremation, and cries, “are there any left?” and one shall say, “no,” then shall he say, “Let us grieve silently,“ for we were forbidden to pray in the classroom, now we may not mention God’s Name!”
Behold, the Lord commands, and the White House shall be smitten, and the little houses shattered; shall Cadillacs race over boulders, or tractors plow the rock, for you have turned my Word into a myth, and the fruit of righteousness into pot and cocaine.
You who rejoice in nothing, and say, “We destroyed the Nazis by our own strength. and we will build the “Great Society” by our own ingenuity and our technocratic know-how; we will bring peace and plenty to the earth.
“Behold, I will raise up against you nation after nation, O house of Washington, and they shall afflict you from the United Nations to Viet Nam!”
Then Amaziah, the far-out liberal in Washington, who had jettisoned the Apostles Creed, sent word to the President; saying, “Amos has conspired against you! For he is a dangerous right-winger; an extremist, and the country is not able to bear his words!”
Also, Amaziah said unto Amos, “Oh you dreamer! Go off to the Ozarks and eat cornbread there; and do your preaching there! But preach no more in Washington for it is the seat of the bureaucrats and the headquarters for the nation!”
Then answered Amos and said unto Amaziah, “I was not a preacher! Not even a seminarian! Nor was my father a preacher, or a seminarian; but I was a sheepherder, and a fruit-picker, without so much as a membership in a union; and the Lord took me from the flock, and He said, “Go preach to my people - America!”
Now, therefore, hear the word of the Lord God: “You say, ‘do not preach against America,’ and, ‘drop not your word against the house in Washington.’ Therefore thus saith the Lord God, “Your wife shall become immoral in suburbia ... and your sons and daughters shall be swallowed up in riots ... and you shall lose your common stock, and your preferred holdings; and you shall die in a land polluted by Communism! And America shall fall captive to dark circumstances beyond her control.”
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