Wrecking cars and storming kingdoms

Paging Nehemiah

There was a time, not that long ago, that I was a political idolater. I’ve talked about it fairly openly these last couple years, perhaps as my conscience’s way of cleansing itself, perhaps as my own (at times unrelenting and overbearing) sense of guilt’s way of continuing flogging me for my sins, perhaps as the Holy Spirit’s way of warning others to st…