Like a hen, God.

America, America, God shed His grace on you, and you’ve pulled your pants down and showed the nations otherwise. There are not a few examples of nations that have squandered their heritage, as they pursued emptiness and utter beastliness.

There has been no shortage of profoundly thoughtful American women and men, no shortage of courageous and strong champions of human ingenuity and philanthropy, but the student of history will not allow us to forget that a plentiful crop of crooked sherrifs, forsworn judges, and brutal and homicidal officers of the law has been reaped every year since the nation won its independence. The theologian will not stand by either and pretend that God has not sent help, and placed incredibly opportunies to benefit all before the nation that calls itself respectable.

It is foolhardy to argue that nations do not deserve a swift rebuking kick. You name the nation: kick. They all need to correct their trajectory, but no, foolish pride prevents them.

O Jerusalem, Jerusalem, the city that kills the prophets and stones those sent to her! How often I wanted to gather your children together, just as a hen gathers her brood under her wings, and you would not have it! (Luk 13:34, NASB)