I would pick up a rifle and follow this man in an assault on the gates of Hell. And I’m just a middle-aged lady in less-than-wonderful health. But if he gave the command, I would charge.
Please, Lord, forgive our nation. For the sake of the remnant who love and try to serve You, save us. Give this man a position of leadership for us. We ask this in the Name above all names, the Name against which no darkness can stand—the Name of Your Son. Amen.
Amen!
I’d be right behind you, packing my 20 gauge, pump action shot gun.
Unfortunately, it may come to that someday.