From An Island In New Hampshire

By Banah Isaac Wright’s Hollow, New Hampshire

October 19, 2020

Dear readers, it’s been a long time since I’ve written, and it’s good to pick up the pen again. (Yes, I write with a pen, on paper, first, hands on, brain and spirit connected to the tool is the best.) This is the beginning of standing up in this blog, of a march to win a battle, for we are at war.

An island is a good place to recharge, to heal, to wonder and to listen. I have gladly shared my island with you. Nonetheless, every day I must leave it and go out into the world to accomplish the work Adonai has given me to do, and while doing it, speak when the Spirit says to speak. For all around me are many souls afraid, many eyes weary above masks, who need to know that Christ is Who they crave. That America standing for Him is a gift and a treasure not to be thrown away, dutifully standing down as the powers (small p) of hell try to throw darkness over us.

This is what Tolkien was picturing as Frodo and Sam staggered up Mount Doom with the last strength in them, to throw the cursed ring of power into the heart of the flames.

We must give up our own precious, pathetic grasp on our desires for personal, willful license, comfort and pleasure that we have been wallowing in for so long, decades now. Look where it’s brought us! Throw the ring of your desire into the flames; let it be consumed in the agony of Christ, and be restored to purity, sanity, clear vision and health.

Be robed in His life, His love, His power. Be His!

We cannot be a Nation of scared rabbits. We have a calling; that’s why America is special. We have charge of the lighthouse for the nations. In this time of darkness over the world, we must beam the light out strong in the night.