I don’t know about you but I’m pretty fucking calm right now. Maybe even slightly giddy. You see, I was raised in the Baptist Church. Sunday school. Bible school in summer. I memorized so much scripture I was rewarded. Honored to carry the American flag from point A to point B in the auditorium. March, march, marching in obedience. Church. Sermons that scared the Hell right out of me. I attended more than a few tent revivals in Kentucky. Got dunked when I was 12 or so, I think, because my sister made that faithful decision to turn her life over to Christ and I wanted in on the act. As Dr. Phil would ask, “How’s that working for you?” Until this moment not so great. But I digress.

Back to the present. When I read that Donald Trump was talking fire and fury like nobody’s ever seen before, I wondered where he’s been that he thinks his fire and fury would be more massive than Harry Truman’s. I’ve reconsidered, removing the deliberation, concentrating on the positively divine.

Those of you who’re upset about the nuclear war game need to listen. I’m here to apply a Giliad-like-balm of advice. Stop. Take a break from constructing that bomb shelter in which you plan to stock potassium iodide, jugs of water, beans, rice, ammo, and underwear. Get your body to a yoga mat. Breathe.

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I don’t know about you but I’m pretty fucking calm right now. Maybe even slightly giddy. You see, I was raised in the Baptist Church. Sunday school. Bible school in summer. I memorized so much scripture I was rewarded. Honored to carry the American flag from point A to point B in the auditorium. March, march, marching in obedience. Church. Sermons that scared the Hell right out of me. I attended more than a few tent revivals in Kentucky. Got dunked when I was 12 or so, I think, because my sister made that faithful decision to turn her life over to Christ and I wanted in on the act. As Dr. Phil would ask, “How’s that working for you?” Until this moment not so great. But I digress.

Back to the present. When I read that Donald Trump was talking fire and fury like nobody’s ever seen before, I wondered where he’s been that he thinks his fire and fury would be more massive than Harry Truman’s. I’ve reconsidered, removing the deliberation, concentrating on the positively divine.

Those of you who’re upset about the nuclear war game need to listen. I’m here to apply a Giliad-like-balm of advice. Stop. Take a break from constructing that bomb shelter in which you plan to stock potassium iodide, jugs of water, beans, rice, ammo, and underwear. Get your body to a yoga mat. Breathe.

I don’t know about you but I’m pretty fucking calm right now. Maybe even slightly giddy. You see, I was raised in the Baptist Church. Sunday school. Bible school in summer. I memorized so much scripture I was rewarded. Honored to carry the American flag from point A to point B in the auditorium. March, march, marching in obedience. Church. Sermons that scared the Hell right out of me. I attended more than a few tent revivals in Kentucky. Got dunked when I was 12 or so, I think, because my sister made that faithful decision to turn her life over to Christ and I wanted in on the act. As Dr. Phil would ask, “How’s that working for you?” Until this moment not so great. But I digress.

Back to the present. When I read that Donald Trump was talking fire and fury like nobody’s ever seen before, I wondered where he’s been that he thinks his fire and fury would be more massive than Harry Truman’s. I’ve reconsidered, removing the deliberation, concentrating on the positively divine.

Those of you who’re upset about the nuclear war game need to listen. I’m here to apply a Giliad-like-balm of advice. Stop. Take a break from constructing that bomb shelter in which you plan to stock potassium iodide, jugs of water, beans, rice, ammo, and underwear. Get your body to a yoga mat. Breathe.

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*Boatner, Edward (1927). Spirituals Triumphant, Old and New . Sunday School Publishing Board, National Baptist Convention.


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We know that God works all things together for good for the ones who love God, for those who are called according to his purpose. —Romans 8:28

In the late 1950s, life for many was a scary proposition. The Cold War had escalated to a point where duck-and-cover drills were practiced on a regular basis in schools. Thousands of preachers were also using the nuclear age as a signal for the end of the world. Many people believed a war between the United States and Soviet Union would soon bring about the destruction of mankind. A newspaper editorial of the day signaled the attitudes of millions when it announced, “God Is Dead.” And with the power to destroy billions resting in the hands of just a few people, it at least seemed like God had stepped back and become a spectator.

In the midst of all this hopelessness, a child’s voice reassured the world that God was still in charge. Laurie London, a young British boy, stepped into the recording studio and cut an American song that was likely a century and a half old. When released, millions seized “He’s God the Whole World in His Hands” as if it were life preserver thrown to a drowning shipwreck victim. Audiences the world over simply couldn’t get enough of the affirmation that God was out there and caring about them.

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