Who Should Be President?



It’s finally happened. The high-flying Red, White and Blue is stained with the wretched colors of thousands of political exaggerations and lies poured out onto the airwaves as well as the internet. Once votes are cast and counted the lesser of two evils will wear the mantle of President of the United States (are we united?)

Trump? Clinton? Which one will gleefully claim victory in November? Will either one allow the solemness of such an incredible responsibility remake them into a servant of the 320,000,000 people living here? If history teaches us anything useful (and it always does), we’ve just witnessed nearly eight years of empty promises and egotism instead of well-honed governing.

Regardless of which “lesser of two evils” walks into the Oval Office in January, God is quietly behind the scenes setting up scenarios that will fit perfectly into His end times puzzle. And then one day Jesus Himself will come down from heaven with an earth-shattering shout, the voice of the archangel and the trumpet call of God!

On that day whoever lives in the White House will suddenly realize the insignificance of their power and authority in comparison to the majestic, almighty power of God.

The Battle Is Not Yours

The Battle Is Not Yours

They were running wildly without purpose, screaming at the top of their lungs, “Run Chicken Little, the (financial) sky is falling! Save yourself. Sell all your stuff.”

And then, sure enough, fear and alarm crept into the hearts of the inhabitants of the land. “Oh what will become of us?” they wailed. “Our government has turned their backs on us. We are doomed for sure. Our investment portfolios (which they had been persuaded to accumulate by investment experts) are diminishing like water through a sieve; and now we’ve no retirement funds or hope for the future. We need to find a ledge or a gun to end all this madness.”

But wait. Just when it all seemed hopeless and lost, a voice of reason could be heard over the tumult.
“I can help. It is time for change and I bring that change with me. We shall all work together now, lifting up those who are weak, borrowing from those who have more than they need, lending to those who can repay, finding jobs for the jobless, providing succor to the homeless and starving, and establishing health care for all!”

“Hurrah,” the crowds burst forth. “We are not lost. There is hope. We have a new leader; a man of compassion, understanding, and brilliance.”

And so it was that the people of the land stopped fretting, fearing, and running anxiously and aimlessly. They settled in with giddy anticipation and excitement, awaiting the unfolding of this new plan of hope and restoration.
Surprisingly, no one seemed to notice that although they were facing huge unemployment statistics, reduction in wages, mortgage foreclosures, massive credit card debt and disappearing retirement funds—the new leader spoke from high atop his new residence, overlooking the land and its people.

Nor did anyone (except for some nasty revolutionaries) seem to mind that he and his staff lived in luxuriant surroundings, fed and clothed by the same people living in perilous financial times. When the subject did arise, which was more seldom each day, all the people reasoned that any leader must be safe, well-fed, fully staffed, and carted to and fro at no personal cost. After all, they mustn’t have to worry about their future. They had enough to do with planning the futures of their people.

And so began a new period in this land’s history. A period that began with fresh hope and dreams aplenty. Like all plans that do not include a dependence on Almighty God, slowly but surely they morph into layers of dissatisfaction, unhappiness, greed, self-serving leaders and corporations. Within a generation, the manifestations reappear. The temporary fixes have eroded and crumbled, exposing partial foundations, incapable of supporting the gigantic edifices that now demand more and more repairs, with more and more funding (time for the people to increase their tax obligations once again).

As the sad realization creeps into the hearts of all the residents across the land, a few stand above the mass of hopelessness, declaring a long forgotten and despised refrain…God is love! Look to Him for hope.
Most adamantly reject this idea and work harder at ostracizing these men and their foolish ideas. “Of course we’ve had hard times,” they snort, “But with positive attitudes, visualizing, calling into being what we need, the laws of the universe will positively respond in our favor.”

Gathering themselves together, they proceed into the distance, chanting and meditating for future success and mystical direction (tea leaves anyone?).

For the few who recall the faith of their fathers, it is time to dig into attics, basements and dusty shelves for their Bibles to kick start their dormant faith in God and His resurrected Son, Jesus Christ.

In those Bibles is an important verse which focuses on the real enemy, the actual battle foe: “We are not fighting against humans. We are fighting against forces and authorities and against rulers of darkness and powers in the spiritual world. 13 So put on all the armor that God gives. Then when that evil day comes, you will be able to defend yourself. And when the battle is over, you will still be standing firm.” Ephesians 6:12-13

Searching out the forgotten buildings formerly attended with joy, lines of people enter a sanctuary with writing above the door—Yet those who wait for the Lord will gain new strength; they will mount up with wings like eagles, they will run and not get tired, they will walk and not become weary. Isaiah 40:31

Weekly Photo Challenge: Foreign

Romanian Demonstration
Romanian Demonstration

Romanian Demonstration. About sixteen months after the downfall of dictatorial leadership for 40-some-years, I accompanied an American pastor to capture photographic images for him. This was in Bucharest on my first day. I wasn’t sure if I could take pictures but decided to chance it.

Point of Reference

I had some time this morning, between organizing my piles, my digital images, and finishing an article on Faith in Rural America, so I watched an old Touched By An Angel episode. After wiping away the tears (it was the one with Wynona Judd and her son has a disease) and refreshing my coffee, I came into the living room to see president Bush beginning a speech at some global financial conference (now why would anyone ask George W. to speak here). Even though I voted for the man, and yes I am so, so sorry; I cannot stand to hear him speak. So I watched his expressions and read the synopsis phrases listed on the screen. I now think I will always “listen” to speeches this way. By muting the sound I could concentrate on his expressions which ranged from condescending, patronizing, smug, arrogant, to blank and deadpan. When I matched up the words, his appearance seemed even more ludicrous and meaningless.

Now this, I thought, is an opportunity for this man to confess his bad decisions, explain why they were made and leave us with bits of hope for the future. Forever the optimist, I was startled into seeing him deny all responsibility, casting blame all around. Well all around except for his administration. He did caution us that too much government control was a bad thing and our “difficulties” had nothing to do with the free market theology he always espoused.

After spending about twenty minutes looking into his eyes and reading the speech excerpts, I was hotter than my coffee. And then I remembered that there will never be a perfect world this side of eternity. We are all doing our best or worst, trying to slug our way through the challenges and difficulties, forgetting about or never knowing the Salvation offered by Jesus Christ. He offers peace and hope which is what began to wash over me once again.

Before I knew it, I was once again cooler than my coffee, basking in the supernatual peace freely given to me by Christ Himself. Now I can make it through another day, looking forward to His return.