The opening words of Charles Dickens’s infamous novel, A Tale of Two Cities, aptly describe my mood as we approach Inauguration Day 2017: “It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair…”
To sum it up, I’m torn. I want to be hopeful, but I’m hesitant. I want to applaud, but I’m tentative. I want to feel proud of our nation and our president, but instead I find myself feeling apprehensive.
So what do I do?
I pray to the One who changes times and seasons; who sets up kings and dethrones them (Daniel 2:21). I pray to the One who gives wisdom generously to all who earnestly ask for it (James 1:5). I pray to the One who explicitly instructed me to pray for those in authority and high positions (I Timothy 2: 1-3).
Then, I trust.
I trust in the One who made the world and everything in it. To the Lord of heaven who does not live in temples made by human hands (Acts 17:24). I trust in the One who calls himself Love (I John 4:8), to the One who has promised a hope and a future for those who seek Him (Jeremiah 29:11), to those who seek Him with all their hearts.
Finally, I remember.
I remember that this world is not my home (Philippians 3:20). I remember that this world is temporary, but the world I was created for is eternal (2 Corinthians 4:18). I remember that Jesus has gone ahead and is preparing a place for me (John 14:3). And I remember that He is coming back to set all things right (John 14:28). Ultimately, I remember that He will work all things together for the good of those who love Him (Romans 8:28) and that one day there will be no more death, mourning, crying or pain (Revelation 21:4).
Before I know it I’m hopeful again, no longer hesitant. I’m applauding the future that is far from bleak. And I’m proud, oh so very proud of my King…