Today is the day.
Today I will detour from my normal, I will exercise my freedom and my rights, and I will stand and speak without saying a word.
Today I will cast my vote.
Tuesday, November 8, 2016, I will vote for the person I would like to see step into the position that only 44 other people in the history of America have held. I can’t even begin to imagine what it is like to be THAT person. To be the President of the States that only Unite in the midst of tragedy, then turn on each other again.
The top candidates names and faces are on every street corner and sprinkled in yards all over the country. We are divided into red states and blue states and the media is working hard to provide info and sound bites that help us make the decision THEY think is best. The one thing we seem to be united on is our overall disappointment in our choices.
Living in America is an honor and privilege.
The freedom to have a voice and a vote is a gift.
But my hope and salvation is not found in an election, but they are found in the person of Jesus Christ and His finished work on the Cross.
We are a broken humanity choosing broken people to run a broken country.
He specializes in taking broken people and making them whole.
He often uses our brokenness as a vessel for His glory to shine.
What if we allowed our brokenness and our differences to be the things that actually connect us to each other? We can’t be diverse if we aren’t different and if we aren’t different there would be no reason to unite. So today, my vote might not be the same as yours and my voice might not speak the same message, but I pray that these States will unite behind the person elected to be number 45. I pray that our own brokenness opens the door for us to extend grace to each other this year and it brings healing to our hearts, our hurts, and our land.
“Every kingdom that is divided against itself will be destroyed. And any city or family that is divided against itself will not survive.”