My God’s Not Dead. He’s Surely Alive. In Me.

The Title Does Not Necessarily Mean What You Think

My heart has been so heavy these past four years. As a man who has passionately and devoutly followed my faith in Christ as an adult for over two decades, my spirit and soul has been torn asunder by what I’ve seen coming from the American Evangelical’s support of Trump and this administration. I have read posts online by Christians who have even compared this man to David and Jesus Christ himself. The comments on this thread may give some of you fellow believers like me a cardiac arrest. Here’s is one of the comments to which I alluded:

What the hell! (Pun fully intended).

What do you do when you despise the actions and beliefs of so many of the people around you who are ostensibly supposed to share the same faith? Some of the things I read literally make me physically ill.

Where is my God? We can’t all be worshipping the same one.

This morning I was listening to David Crowder’s version of Daniel Bashta’s “Like a Lion”. The chorus goes:

“Let heaven roar, and fire fall, Come shake the ground, with the sound of revival. My God’s not dead, He’s surely alive, and he’s living on the inside, Roaring like a lion.”

Tears poured from my eyes as I listened to Crowder passionately belt out those words. For the first time in a long while, I felt God. As if He were saying:

I’m alive, roaring like a Lion… in YOU Ron. Hold your head high. I will not forsake you.

I hope those feelings are right. God’s calls grow faint as the praises of men like this president rise high from the mouths and laptops of so many followers of the man who was Jesus.

My soul is weary.