while we were sleeping

This verse (Ezekiel 16:49) has been in my head and won't leave:

"Now this was the sin of your sister Sodom: She and her daughters were arrogant, overfed and unconcerned; they did not help the poor and needy."

This was written by the prophet Ezekiel to the city of Jerusalem and her people. I always thought Sodom was destroyed because of the sexual sins of her people. This is where we get our term "sodomy". But the way Ezekiel puts it there was much more going on (or not going on) than that. And it makes me wonder if this is how God sees me and my city and my country.

I can easily be accused most days of being arrogant, overfed and unconcerned.

And no matter who runs this beautiful land when we wake up in the morning..........we will wake up. And the sun will still rise and the air will still allow me breath and Jesus will still be risen from the dead.

But I can't help but wonder how God sees US. Do we look allot like Ezekiel 16:49 as a nation?

I leave you with the words of a song by Casting Crowns:

Oh little town of Bethlehem / looks like another silent night
Above your deep and dreamless sleep / a giant star lights up the sky
And while you're lying in the dark / there shines an everlasting light
For the King has left his throne / and is sleeping in a manger tonight

Oh Bethlehem what you have missed while you were sleeping
For God became a man / and stepped into your world today
Oh Bethlehem, you will go down in history / as a city with no room for its King
While you were sleeping / while you were sleeping

Oh little town of Jerusalem / looks like another silent night
The Father gave his only Son / The Way, The Truth, The Life had come
But there was no room for Him in the world He came to save

Jerusalem, what you have missed while you were sleeping
The Savior of the world is dying on your cross today
Jerusalem, you will go down in history / as a city with no room for its King
While you were sleeping / while you were sleeping

United States of America / looks like another silent night
As we're sung to sleep by philosophies / that save the tress and kill the children
And while we're lying in the dark / there's a shout heard 'cross the eastern sky
For the Bridegroom has returned / and has carried His bride away in the night

America, what will we miss while we are sleeping
Will Jesus come again / and leave us slumbering where we lay
America, will we go down in history / as a nation with no room for its King
Will we be sleeping / will we be sleeping