Bear with me…
Story… after story… after story… and my heart is broken for those who call themselves Christian and still support Donald Trump. My heart hurts as I read of people who call themselves Christian crying out for religious freedom here in America… but… not… for… Muslims…
It's Us against Them as has been the case since time immemorial… and my heart breaks as I sense God grieving over His children refusing to be blessings as He has called them to be blessings. As Israel was called to be a blessing to the nations in the Old Testament, we New Testament Christians are called to be a blessing to this world… and we, in America, are forsaking that call for our own selfish desires.
Mind you, I'm preaching to myself as much as anyone. I, who felt God calling me to serve in the mission field, am here in southern California, yeah, La-La Land, living life, just living… while bombs go off in Istanbul… and children are suffering in Syria.
Mind you, I pray for those I know who are serving in the hard places and I pray that God would send more workers into the harvest field. I pray. And I know and believe that "more things are wrought through prayer than this world dreams of." But my heart still hurts… for this country, my country, that is… so far removed it seems from the real world.
We're so caught up in "what about me" and "what about mine" that we fail; we fail so grievously, to see the bigger picture. God is still in control. And again, I'm preaching to myself… God is still in control. And what He is doing with America may not be what I think should happen or want to have happen with this country. He is working His will out and it may be His will to bring judgement on our selfish, self-serving, self-motivated behaviors and actions.
This political season has been the most depressing season that I can remember. Seasons past, I could find some redeeming qualities in the candidates, but this season… there is none. I'm grieved that my choices come down the two who are the presumptive candidates. And don't get me started on the fact that we finally could have a woman for president, but I cannot support her because she does not support the unborn. And yes, you can call me a one issue voter, but if I don't represent the least of these, what am I good for. Where is my humanity.
Don't worry, I won't throw my lot in with the other candidate who one day says he's pro-choice and the next day says he's not. He has changed his mind on so many things… what or who's to say he won't change his mind again further down the road. I was born in this country, but I'm of Mexican descent and I'm terrified of what could happen should he become President.
So…
This is where I stand. I'm praying. I'm praying for this country. I'm praying for my family, near and far, that they be safe during this unsafe time. I'm praying that God's Will be done, yes, that His Will be done. I'm praying for strength to endure to the end. I'm praying, knowing that prayer availeth much.
Selah.
All Things Elda 