The Debate

I watched the presidential debate last night.  Honestly, I watched, and then I played on my phone, and then I watched some more.

And Isaiah 40 was in my head: 

Surely the nations are like a drop in a bucket;

they are regarded as dust on the scales;

he weighs the islands as though they were fine dust…

Before (God) all the nations are as nothing;

they are regarded by him as worthless

and less than nothing…

He brings princes to naught

And reduces the rulers of this world to nothing.

No sooner are they planted,

no sooner are they sown,

no sooner do they take root in the ground,

than he blows on them and they wither,

and a whirlwind sweeps them away like chaff.

I’m not saying our national election doesn’t matter.  I’m not saying that our faith should not inform our political views (sorry for the double negative.).

But I am calling for keeping it in perspective.  Our God “sits enthroned above the circle of the earth”—not behind a desk in the Oval Office.  Our God created the heavens—not healthcare reform or an economic strategy or immigration policy.

Our God is bigger than nations that “are like a drop in the bucket.”  And I’m grateful.  Because the two nights of TV I watched previous to the debate last night show that we need a God that big.  Whoever holds the office of President of the United States may be the most powerful man in the world.  But whoever he is, he’s not powerful enough or big enough or smart enough or rich enough or scheming enough or courageous enough.  He cannot be.  He doesn’t need to be. 

Our God is. 

And that’s what I’m counting on, and not so that I continue in my comfortable, luxurious, “safe,” “secure,” lifestyle, but so that the poor in spirit and those who mourn and the meek can find comfort and inherit the earth and the kingdom of heaven.