Wednesday, November 9, 2016
I lift my eyes to you, O God, enthroned in heaven. We keep looking to the Lord our God for his mercy, just as servants keep their eyes on their master, as a slave girl watches her mistress for the slightest signal. Have mercy on us, Lord, have mercy, for we have had our fill of contempt. We have had more than our fill of the scoffing of the proud and the contempt of the arrogant. Psalm 123:1-4(NLT)
OK, so it’s been a long time…..a very, very long time since you didn’t snap on the TV and immediately get a snoot-full of politics. And now, suddenly, the campaign season is over and the complain season is in full bloom.
Have mercy on us, Lord, have mercy!
I’m being something of a prophet here, because I’m writing this on the morning of November 8th and will send it out tomorrow early – so I don’t really know who the winner is as of this writing. But I do know there will be a winner and a whiner!
How could there not be? After a year and a half of wrangling, public life, adoration of the crowds cheering, and a schedule that is non-stop talking points, interviews, rallies and strategy sessions…to have it all stop because it’s November 9th and the final poll – the one that trumps(NPI) all the other polls – is counted…well, it’s like, OK, time to put away the madness, we’ve been cured now.
How will that work for either party?
For one candidate it will be instant gratification and even more adulation, as the title candidate gives way to president-elect. And the beat will go on.
For the other, the title will fade from “candidate” to runner-up, loser, wanna-be-but-won’t-be and never-was! In a word, it will really stink!
To put it in perspective, our election process is in some ways like children rearranging their sandcastles on the beach. Once the tide (vote) finally comes in, you would never know there was a fierce competition to build the biggest and best. Or it will be like two 7 year old boys wrestling on the playground to get the attention of that pretty little girl that is in their class; in two days the boys will be back to playing video games together and both will have forgotten her name.
There is the old fable about two tear drops that met in the river. When they told each other their life’s story they realized they had something in common. One was the tears of the woman who lost in the fight for the heart of the man of her dreams; the other was from the one who won him.
Today we will do perhaps two things; three if we’re smart:
1. We will weep with and pray for the loser without whining about what could’ve or should’ve been, and…
2. We will rejoice with the winner without gloating, while we weep in prayer for the task ahead of governing and the nearly impossible task of trying to pull-together a fractured American people, and…if we’re really smart…
3. We will, with the Psalmist, keep our eyes on the Master.
Every now and then a Christian, who is obedient to the call of Christ to be an involved citizen of the Kingdom of God, by being an active citizen in the affairs of humanity, must also be reminded that our true Sovereign sits on a throne, and not at the Resolute desk in the Oval Office.