There is a series of children’s books entitled “I Spy.” These picture riddle books contain pages filled with hundreds of photographed objects meant to confuse and camouflage the hidden “treasures” the reader must find. If there were a 2014 “Federal Government Special Edition,” the pages would be crammed full of photos of Saul Alinsky, Bill Ayers, Cloward and Piven, Vladimir Lenin, Chairman Mao, the Obama Oligarchy, and the hundreds of useless federal departments and their resulting legislation. At first look, the government chaos would seem to overwhelm the hidden treasure, America’s middle class, but with some tenacity and a good eye, every patriot would quickly be able to sift through the “transparent” political pandemonium and find the treasure.

Last week I was fortunate to be able to spend a few days in Maine camping. For those who have not been to the top of Cadillac Mountain in Acadia National Park, located on Mount Desert Island, Maine, it is well worth the trip! At certain times of the year, the view at its pinnacle yields the first glimpse of the sunrise in the East, complete with a faraway vista of a deep greenish blue ocean that seems to spill over into the surrounding craggy mountains. While admiring the spectacular view and taking copious amounts of fresh ocean air, my attention was suddenly diverted to the tip of a weatherworn evergreen, where an American Bald Eagle happened to be sharing the same heavenly view. The eagle seemed undisturbed by my staring and the click of my camera. As I continued to study him, his head turned slightly at times to glance at me, but his proud stance never wavered, his stoic command over his vast kingdom never in doubt.

Later that week, on the Fourth of July, the town of Bar Harbor held a parade that was right out of an episode of the Andy Griffith Show. Handmade floats, classic cars and magnificent black “Friesian” horses pulling the locally made draft beer made everyone in the crowd clap and smile with delight. Lining both sides of the road were small children attempting to catch the buckets full of tossed candy and colorful red, white and blue beaded necklaces, while Scottish Bagpipers and bands filled the air with their unique renditions of America the Beautiful. The crowd was energized, clapping and waving as each float passed by until suddenly around the bend came several Democrat community organizers waving their political banners and eco-awareness signs; a restrained silence fell over the crowd. Much to everyone’s delight, directly behind them came the local mobile “Dog Wash” truck that, if measured by the exuberant burst of applause, was much more popular than the Democrats. Then marched several Republican campaigners with their political signage and once more, a deadened hush came over the crowd. It was clearly evident that inserting these political factions into the small town parade was equivalent to releasing a jar full of disease ridden cockroaches at a lawn party.

Yes, in that small town in Maine, American families celebrated for a day, a day away from the grind of Washington D.C. politics and its barrage of bad news. It was a day to forget the problems of the world, go for a hike, take a Kayak around the bay, have a Guinness at the local Irish Pub. It was a day to renew the spirit, re-kindle family relationships and be reminded that America’s middle class keeps the economy of small towns like Bar Harbor, alive and well. It was a day that brought back nostalgic memories of small town America, its community spirit, its polite people who work hard and appreciate all that America stands for. It was a day to be reminded that the federal government despises everything the good conservative middle class represents.

As I once again sit at my computer, completely inundated with the bad news of the day, I remind myself that the “I Spy” page in front of me, completely cluttered with words and photographs of politically salacious sewage, will never fully succeed in hiding the middle class and its intrinsic goodness, a goodness devoid of political correctness and Satan’s schemes, a goodness which derives its strength from God. As I close my eyes to remember that sunny warm day on top of Cadillac mountain and the wondrous sense of freedom felt while watching our nations symbolic Bald Eagle soar high in the mountain breeze, I am reminded that the battle for a sovereign righteous America is ours to win, not lose. Just like that Bald Eagle, steadfast and stoic on his high perch, it is now the season for “We the People” to soar, end the political corruption and take back God’s kingdom on earth.

“There are six things the Lord hates, seven that are detestable to him, haughty eyes, a lying tongue, hands that shed innocent blood, a heart that devised wicked schemes, feet that are quick to rush into evil, a false witness who pours out lies and a man who stirs up dissension among brothers.” Proverbs 6:16-19

Sound familiar? Do you think that perhaps God loathes Obama’s role in America? Obama does not exist in the realm of God but in the realm of the devil.

Will Satan ultimately prevail?

“I saw Satan fall like lightening from the sky. I have given you authority to trample on snakes and scorpions and to overcome all the power of the enemy; nothing will harm you. However, do not rejoice that the spirits submit to you, but rejoice that your names are written in heaven.” said Jesus in Luke 10: 18-20.

I Spy the goodness of America in the midst of the current tribulation and turmoil.

I Spy God’s remnant in the Book of Life.

I Spy a victory for you, me and God.