The social media stratosphere is a mess of emotional extremes. Euphoria and devastation. Elation and dejection. Whether you are clutching tissues or party blowers, one common phrase seems to unite each side the issue, “It’s over.”
While democrats are mourning the supposed “end of America as we know it,” republicans are rejoicing over the demise of what they feared was a lethal threat to the future of Christianity in America. While I fall on the joyous side of the equation, I would caution fellow believers away from assuming that our role in “saving” America is finished.
Though I am THRILLED over the prospect of a conservative Supreme Court, and literally shed tears of joy over a Republican controlled Congress, I am sobered by the reminder that God did not offer to spare Sodom and Gomorrah because of who she did or did not elect as her president, but because of the Presence of righteous people within her borders.
He did not threaten to destroy her because of a corrupt political system or even her gross sexual exploits, but because of her prideful and complacent hearts.
“Now THIS is the sin of your sister Sodom; She and her daughters were arrogant, overfed and unconcerned; they did not help the poor and the needy.” Ezekiel 16:49
We CANNOT fall back into complacency and leave the job of “saving” America in the hands of our politicians, because no government official has domain over the one area which God supremely values, our hearts. No president can substitute for our lack of spiritual maturity.
If you want to do something to change your country, the best thing you can do is to change yourself. Draw close to Christ and let Him change the landscape of your heart.
Become a person who gets up off your couch, and DOES SOMETHING about loving other people, even those, especially those, who punched the opposite side of the ballot that you did.
Let us prove by our actions, that the real, undiluted love of Christ cannot be accurately labeled “bigoted” or “racist” or “chauvinistic.”
Let us “shatter the glass ceiling” of our nation’s false idea of a Christ that overlooks the poor and the needy and the different and the immigrant.
That’s not who He is.
My Jesus is the Defender of the Weak and the Friend of the outcast.
He is the One who said, “What you do to the poor, you do to Me.”
He is the Champion of little children. The One who defied cultural norms to treat women with dignity and equality, who refused to bow to the racially segregated practices of His day, and who DIED out of desperate love for every man and woman from every nation, tongue, and tribe on this planet.
He deserves better than the Image we have given Him through our “overfed and unconcerned” hypocrisy.
I am going to admit something extremely painful to you in the hopes that it will spur us towards appropriate action.
A 13 year-old girl in my hometown died this week due to alcohol poisoning, and I cannot help but feel that my complacency in some ways contributed to this unspeakable tragedy. This beautiful, intelligent, charming, young woman used to attend my church’s youth group, but became increasingly absent due to a sudden, unexplained disbelief in God. I became aware of her struggle, and though I reached out to her through a few sparse Instagram messages and suggested we meet to talk, I ultimately did nothing.
Two weeks ago, I ran into her while walking down the sidewalk in a shopping plaza. The chances of encountering a single young girl alone on a sidewalk in a town of this size without Divine intervention are literally impossible. I again suggested we meet up. I again did nothing.
I had been so wrapped in the “larger” issue of saving America as a nation, that I had been neglecting to do the one thing that matters and can truly make a difference…to love the people that God places before me.
Our nation is not composed of electoral college votes, but of individual souls in desperate need of the redemptive love of their Creator.
I will NEVER be able to get back my lost opportunity to help save the life of this precious girl, but it is NOT too late for us to help save the life of our nation. We can and should celebrate and work hard towards political victories, but let us work harder to save the lives of the people that surround us.
I would encourage us to view this next four years as an incredible opportunity to DO SOMETHING, remembering that we will be held accountable for what we did with this time.
So whether you are partying or mourning, let us remember that it’s not over til it’s over.
The battle for the souls of America isn’t over, it’s just beginning!
Let us KEEP WORKING towards the eternal victory of souls added to Heaven’s number, and the coveted words, “Well done, thy good and faithful servant.”