America...Be proud of your President

I don't think I've ever been prouder of an American president than I have been of President George W. Bush this weekend.

As Hurricane Rita, a once-Category 5 storm approach the shores of Texas, President Bush led the American prayer effort from Colorado where he could speak to God without being distracted by winds and rain. And it worked!

By the time the hurricane came ashore, it barely was responsible for any deaths (if you don't count the old folks in the bus fire trying to escape Rita) and the damage, at least in Texas, is no more than 2 billion dollars. Hardly a love-bite from God, compared to Hurricane Katarina, which the Lord aimed at two of America's most sinful cities, New Orleans and Biloxi.

Through presidential-led prayer, what was likely to have been a catastrophic storm turned out to be nothing more than an ordinary Gulf hurricane — something God throws at us all the time to indicate America is still His chosen country.

(According to some, Jews claim to be his chosen people. And maybe they used to be, what with all the holocausts and programs in Eastern Europe and inquisitions.) All I can believe is that God hurts the ones He loves. So He's definitely blessing America.

The imporant thing right now is that while a couple million people are currently displaced, America's capacity to refine oil was hardly touched. The administration prayed extra hard to keep gas prices at the pump down to our traditional $3 a gallon.

I spoke to Daddy this morning. He said because of my prayers, Waco got nothing more from Hurricane Rita than a refreshing breeze on a hot day. Thank you Jesus.