The Wrong shall Fail and the Right will Prevail

Christine
4 min readJun 7, 2021
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As I watch our nation being destroyed by those in power, I pray for God’s justice. I want to see it happen. I trust it will happen, however, at this time my sense of righteous indignation against the evil I see cries out for God’s intervention.

Daily I am reminded of the diabolical insidious Marxist plan that began many decades ago to destroy the United States. It has finally become manifested before our eyes blatantly. The demonic stronghold in our nation is now buttressed by men and women in every area of society.

Hate is strong. It masquerades in this society as “love” (defined by humanists as tolerance for all evil). It mocks everything righteous, lawful, and just. Destruction is its goal. It is a hatred formed by those who reject God and God’s word. It is a hatred that takes glee as its many perpetrators throughout every part of our society do their maximum to attack every principle this nation was founded upon.

The future appears dismal. Despair can easily set in.

Every Christian should pray to God asking for guidance as to what they should do to be in God’s will while using the gifts and talents he has given one to be an ambassador for God’s kingdom…an ambassador for Christ.

This is not our world, never forget it. However, while here, we are to evince God’s will and righteousness at all times. We are to minister the truth to the lost. We are to do the good we can do. We are to go forth boldly and strongly when the Holy Spirit instructs.

And we must be mindful that regardless of what Satan does in this nation, God and all his children (you and I) will prevail. We know not how, this is where our faith must be strong.

Amid the terribly sad Civil War, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow penned words that inspire and speak the truth. His beloved wife had died, his son suffered severe injury in the war, and despite these experiences, he gave us this:


I heard the bells on Christmas Day
Their old, familiar carols play,
And wild and sweet
The words repeat
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

And thought how, as the day had come,
The belfries of all Christendom
Had rolled along
The unbroken song
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

Till ringing, singing on its way,
The world revolved from night to day,
A voice, a chime,
A chant sublime
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

Then from each black, accursed mouth
The cannon thundered in the South,
And with the sound
The carols drowned
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

It was as if an earthquake rent
The hearth-stones of a continent,
And made forlorn
The households born
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

And in despair I bowed my head;
“There is no peace on earth,” I said;
“For hate is strong,
And mocks the song
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!”

Then pealed the bells more loud and deep:
“God is not dead, nor doth He sleep;
The Wrong shall fail,
The Right prevail,
With peace on earth, good-will to men.”

Later set to music as a Christmas hymn, the words feel inspired. It is a poem for us right now in the United States of America.

Only one contextual note of import: “With peace on earth, good-will to men” inspired by Luke 2:14, understand that when studied the original text is better conveyed as peace to those men God finds of goodwill — in other words, this peace comes to those who God is well pleased with — not to humanity at large. Jesus came to all. Only some believe in his divinity as the Son of God. To those alone is God’s peace bestowed. Thus, the futility of trying to make peace or believing there can be peace with those who reject God.

Our peace comes from God. It is the peace the world has not and can not understand. It is the peace you must evince in all circumstances. It is the peace Jesus Christ offers when he said, “Peace I leave with you, my peace I give unto you: not as the world giveth, give I unto you. Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid.” (John 14: 27, KJV).

This the peace when your heart reminds your mind “The Wrong shall fail, The Right prevail.”

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Christine

Christine writes from her home in the beautiful mountains above Trinidad, Colorado.