By Jim Garlow
I had a dream last night. In this fictional account of a dream, Barak Obama had finished his State of the Union address, gone to the White House, sat down in a reclining chair and began reflecting on his speech. What happened next was nothing short of divine – an epiphany of the highest order – a sort of “truth manifestation.”
In my dream, he insisted on re-gathering Congress the following night (which they did) to give another speech, which he called “The True State of the Union.”
His speech was short, consisting of the following:
“Congresspersons, I have revisited what I shared last night. I was wrong. As I reflected on it, I realize that my speech was the usual run-of-the-mill political doublespeak. I repent of that.
Let me be frank. The State of the Union is bad. And I am one of the main causes.
I have run the debt up more than any other president, and more than the combined total of all the presidents from Washington to Reagan. I am ashamed of this. I am sorry. I ask for forgiveness.
The national debt is $14 trillion and rising by millions every day. In addition, the unfunded liabilities of $110 trillion make the situation even more dire. Although there were debt problems before I came, I have exacerbated this problem many times over. I am ashamed of this. I am sorry. I ask for forgiveness.
I have regulated the private sector out of existence. In being enamored with socialism, I trashed capitalism, the economic engine of our nation. I am ashamed of this. I am sorry. I ask for forgiveness.
This nation could economically collapse, unless we take immediate, severe and austere steps. We must act now. For my inaction to this point, I am ashamed of this. I am sorry. I ask for forgiveness.
Under my watch, more babies are being killed in the womb that under any other president, as I am the most pro-abortion president in the history of the US. I am ashamed of this. I am sorry. I ask for forgiveness.
I have tragically hastened to destroy the No. 1 preserver of all that is good in society – the family, consisting of a mother and a father. In my need to be politically correct, and my desire to garner more votes from the nuclear family attackers, I was drawn in to their errors and sins of redefining the family. I am ashamed of this. I am sorry. I ask for forgiveness.
I have helped to demoralize the military that defends us. I ran roughshod over 59% of the US Marines when I forced my social experimentation upon them, coercing them to accept lifestyles as normative, with no thought of troop readiness and cohesion. I was drawn in to the errors, lies and sins of political correctness, at the expense of truth. I am ashamed of this. I am sorry. I ask for forgiveness.
I have intruded into the privacy of relationships between a doctor and a patient – coercing governmental bureaucratic incompetency into what was once the finest health care in the world. I am ashamed of this. I am sorry. I ask for forgiveness.
I have apologized for America’s very existence to the world, playing into the “blame America syndrome.” I am ashamed of this. I am sorry. I ask for forgiveness.
I have shown that I have no sense of historical understanding regarding the profound and meaningful phrase “American exceptionalism.” I just did not “get it.” I am ashamed of this. I am sorry. I ask for forgiveness.
I have even quoted the Declaration of Independence – three times within a 33 day span – purposely skipping over three words “by their Creator” in my effort to appear to be an erudite, sophisticated secularist. I am ashamed of this. I am sorry. I ask for forgiveness.
We need God. We need him badly. I cannot save this nation. Neither can you. The Democratic Party cannot help us. The Republican Party cannot help us. Nor can any other party. Only God can. God, we beseech you to help us.
Please give me a chance to correct the errors of my ways.”
At that point, the honest members of Congress stood to their feet and began shouting for joy. Across American, godly people stood and wept as they high-fived each other. People of integrity shouted praises to God that he had answered their prayers.
And the nation – over the next few years – was turned around, and once again became the great beacon of hope to the world that it was destined by God to become.
And just then, I woke up. I realized it was only a dream. I wept.