“I don’t know what’s wrong, but I don’t feel good.”

We have all said it about our health. You know the feeling when you wake up, and something just doesn’t feel right?

That’s where our country is right now and has been for some time. It’s the unease I hear from my congregation and neighbors in my home state of Georgia. It’s the shared ache and chills of a nation that senses something deeper than just our politics is broken.

America has a low-grade fever.

Our country is attempting to put on a brave face despite a collective pain we have not quite named, but the reality is that the cost of living is out of control and the middle class is disappearing. There is a growing sense that our best days are behind us, that even if we work our hardest, our children will fall behind.

What keeps me up at night is the fact that it would be harder for a kid today to do what I did years ago, going from public housing to the United States Senate.

The uncomfortable truth is, for decades, America has suffered from a low-grade fever that has gnawed away at the promise of the American........

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