Sobered by last night and trying to practice what people call radical acceptance, not of a presidential candidate because surprising things happen. Just plainly sobered by the thought that, with other individuals to choose from, masses of people still hail Trump. He’s what they actually want in a leader. A bully. A verbally abusive, artfully and purposely divisive bully who has all but left the Republican Party unrecognizable. I don’t know. I just can’t understand it. Maybe I’ve got a mental block. But, you who are staunch Republicans, why don’t you care about your own party more than that?
Forgive me. I don’t want to be a repeat performance of my 2016 self. I don’t. I didn’t like her anymore than you did. I intend to deal differently with this. I do not intend to get obsessed. I do not intend to lose more relationships. I don’t intend to talk about this regularly.
As the Scriptures say, I want to seek peace and pursue it. I want to be a person of kindness, love and compassion.
But I’ve got to move to a place of radical acceptance. It was one thing to cast a vote for a party’s only candidate, reasoning the choice as the lesser of two evils. This is quite another thing. This is wide-open-eyed, “we WANT Trump!”
Anyway, this is where we are. We can complain all we want about our leaders but, in this government by the people, at the end of the day and the beginning of November, our candidates are mirrors of ourselves.
Sobered by last night and trying to practice what people call radical acceptance, not of a presidential candidate because surprising things happen. Just plainly sobered by the thought that, with other individuals to choose from, masses of people still hail Trump. He’s what they actually want in a leader. A bully. A verbally abusive, artfully and purposely divisive bully who has all but left the Republican Party unrecognizable. I don’t know. I just can’t understand it. Maybe I’ve got a mental block. But, you who are staunch Republicans, why don’t you care about your own party more than that?
Forgive me. I don’t want to be a repeat performance of my 2016 self. I don’t. I didn’t like her anymore than you did. I intend to deal differently with this. I do not intend to get obsessed. I do not intend to lose more relationships. I don’t intend to talk about this regularly.
As the Scriptures say, I want to seek peace and pursue it. I want to be a person of kindness, love and compassion.
But I’ve got to move to a place of radical acceptance. It was one thing to cast a vote for a party’s only candidate, reasoning the choice as the lesser of two evils. This is quite another thing. This is wide-open-eyed, “we WANT Trump!”
Anyway, this is where we are. We can complain all we want about our leaders but, in this government by the people, at the end of the day and the beginning of November, our candidates are mirrors of ourselves.
I want to testify to somebody this morning that Jesus saved my life. When I was in my darkest seasons of sin he never left me. Neither did he leave me in them. Stayed after me, turning up the heat, til I cried out for deliverance. I would’ve destroyed myself. I’m positive of it.
Yes. RT @Franklin_Graham: I love this country, and I cannot vote for candidates or the party that supports abortion, defunding our police, or open borders that are flooding our country with illegal drugs and creating chaos at our southern border.
“Who are you that you are afraid of man who dies?” Isaiah 51:12
Amazing!
If Yahweh is your God, it is arrogant to fear man.
Picture yourself hiding in fear from profane critics.
Problem: pride.
Best! RT @JohnPiper: Gideon: “‘Lord, how can I save Israel? Behold, my clan is the weakest in Manasseh, and I am the least in my father’s house.’ And the Lord said to him, ‘But I will be with you.’” Judges 6:15–16
This is God’s answer to every protest of human inadequacy.
This! RT @JohnPiper: The real battle in life is to be as happy in God as we can be, and that takes a very special kind of seriousness, since God threatens terrible things if we will not be happy. (Philippians 4:4; Deuteronomy 28:47–48)
Try as I may, I cannot give way to cynicism. My God is too good. My Savior, too merciful. Our future, too certain. Christ’s face, too lovely. Our promised oneness, too marvelous. Our future fellowship, too laughably glorious. The love ahead, too lavish. The Table, too delicious.