Salutation from the NSA Board

I bring all of you greetings from the NSA board, and with particular congratulations offered to our graduates here assembled. Grace and peace to you from God our Father, and from the Lord Jesus Christ.

I have only a few minutes, and so I wanted to take these minutes to register something that I believe to be very important. I do not have time to argue for it, although the arguments are sound. As I said, I have only a few minutes, and so I simply wanted to make a bold assertion in the hope that it would enliven your car ride home, or many of your household discussions.

The challenge that was faced by the progressive Left, from the French Revolution down to the present, and which they accomplished, was this. Without anybody really noticing all that they were up to, they wanted to make so much progress, as they defined it, such that when the Christian faithful finally saw the true condition our condition was in, and if we resolved to do something about it, we could quite plausibly be accused of megalomania. “Who do you think you are? Saviors of Western civilization?”

So in a word, yes. This is my assertion. Foibles and all, here we are. Blind spots and everything, we can still see better than all the nation’s purported seers. This cloud may be only the size of a man’s fist, and yet still be capable of ending the drought of a sure word from a transcendent and triune God. And that is what, by the grace of God, we intend to do.

So this is the tip of the spear. This is the hinge upon which all turns. This is the moment. There is no other place in the line of battle that is more strategic than here. As was wisely said by Reagan in a different but quite related context, “If not us, who? If not now, when?”

And if someone charges us with megalomania, of believing that we are somehow starkly unique, the answer is a simple one. No putting on airs at all. We are not unique—God always does it this way. However odd it may look within each generation, when we look at the long line of God’s deliverances, the thing begins to look monotonous. And when they all get to the day of glory, church history’s eccentrics, oddballs, visionaries, and angular personalities will finally be revealed as making up the divine consensus.