Its election season. The normal discourse of presidential choice has turned into unfriendly, brow-beating, demanding voices, wreaking havoc in our country, in our city, and even among my Facebook friends. It is vitriol like I’ve not seen before. Personally, the decisions weigh heavy, as though I’m responsible for who becomes president, who sits on the Supreme Court, and basically, the fate of our country and the entire world.
I shouldn’t let all of this have such unlimited access to my heart.
Here’s what I know: There is coming a day of peace and restoration. Our country and our world may be terribly broken – but He is not undone by what is happening. From generation to generation He remains the same, and He is in control. His Word can be my focus and sure foundation. He promises morning will follow the darkest night. He promises we will not be consumed by our trials. And there is coming a day – when we will be with our Savior – and we will be invited to the table to feast with Him – no more weeping – only rejoicing.
I’m thinking just for a moment about those I love in Heaven! Oh, how they are experiencing the joy of God’s promises fulfilled! Having stepped into eternity, they now truly comprehend the momentary nature of our current earthly experiences. They understand His Word and know Him fully and intimately. I don’t suppose I’m really imagining it well.
The words of this song by Sandra McCracken remind me of God’s promises and point my heart in the proper direction. I’m listening on repeat this morning. He remains true and faithful to His Word.
We will feast in the house of Zion
We will sing with our hearts restored
He has done great things, we will say together
We will feast and weep no more.
We will not be burned by the fire
He is the LORD our God
We are not consumed, by the flood
Upheld, protected, gathered up.
In the dark of night, before the dawn
My soul, be not afraid
For the promised morning, oh how long?
Oh God of Jacob, be my strength.
Every vow we’ve broken and betrayed
You are the Faithful one
And from the garden to the grave
Bind us together, bring shalom.
How long until we are all feasting together? Even so, come Lord Jesus!