Election Day

Unless you live under a rock you likely already know that today is Election Day.  Today relatively half of Americans will be pleased to see that their candidate of choice has been elected as the next president of the United States.  The other half are going to be sorely disappointed.  If you have been following my blog then you know that I have not really gotten political on here.  Sure, I might have addressed issues that are considered political (same sex marriage, abortion, etc).  However, I have not addressed these issues from a political view point.  Don’t worry, I want be changing this standard.  Yes, I voted.  Yes, I feel strongly about who should be our next president.  Yes, I feel strongly that the other candidate will take the nation to a place that I do not feel comfortable with.  But no, I will not tell you who to vote for, why you should vote for my preferred candidate.  I will however encourage you to be mindful of what the election process really means.

It means that we are choosing a president.  Not a king.  In 1776 we told the king of England his rule is no longer welcome here.  When we finally won our independence we choose a political system that mimics a revelation every four years by offering the people an opportunity to choose our next leader.  For me, I still have a king.  His name is Jesus the Christ, the anointed one of God (not man).  His leadership is guaranteed to be greater than any candidate you may or may not vote for today.  He is perfect.  He is all knowing.  He is all good.  He is all wise.  And He will always do the right thing in the right moment for what is best for those in his kingdom.  “And we know that all things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are the called according to his purpose (Rom. 9:28).”

It means that we are choosing a president.  Not a Savior.  I don’t think I can emphasize this enough.  I am not choosing a person who is the most sinless.  I am not choosing a person that will save me or save the nation.  I am not choosing a person who is even the most Christlike.  I am not appointing a leader for my local church.  I am not choosing a preacher.  I am choosing a president.

This means that I don’t need to lecture you about which one is the most immoral.  I really don’t care.  Paul said I have no business judging those outside the body of Christ (I Cor. 5:13).  So, if Trump wants to gamble, drink and be married 50 times that is on him. Not on me.  If Hillary wants to support her husbands sexual advances towards woman that is on her.  Not on me.  I am not God.  I don’t get to judge who goes to heaven.  I don’t get to choose who is more evil or not (for those that claim that they are voting for the lesser of two evils).

This means that I don’t look to either of them to make me holy, make me a better person, or to be the person I want to look up to or teach my kids to look up to.  (Real heroes are found in the scriptures, not on our televisions).  Jesus is my Savior. He is my hero.  And he is the gold standard that I look to for what is the way I want to live my life.  It is Jesus who I go to when I have a need that hasn’t been met (not Obama, not Clinton, and not Trump).  It is to him I will pledge my allegiance.  It is to Jesus I will lay down my life.  It is to Christ that I will always be loyal and be true.

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Husbands Love Your Wives

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This month has been incredibly busy. We started off with a gospel meeting with Rennie Frazier. He did a phenomenal job for us. The lessons were so uplifting, inspiring and encouraging. The following week, my family left for our annual vacation to Robber’s Cave. After camp broke, we headed to my in-laws were we left my wife until this past Lord’s Day. Playing Mr. Mom for seven days was exhausting. All you single moms and dad out there; I don’t know how you do it. I barely slept. I felt like I got no work done and I felt like all I did was walk behind the kids cleaning up their latest messes. And by Thursday morning I caught the cold the younger two had. I already wasn’t sleeping and I added restless sleep to that as I was completely congested and coughing all night. By Sunday night all I could think about was having Dawn back home. She really is the glue behind our family. Without her, everything was falling apart. Sure, the kids were dressed, fed, schooled, well slept, and taken care of. Dad however was not. Another week or two of that schedule and I wouldn’t be able to move. Moms really are superheroes.

But, you know what, even if your wife isn’t the superhero. Even if your wife isn’t the glue that holds the house together, you are still supposed to love her. “Husbands, love your wives, even as Christ also loved the church, and gave himself up for it; that he might sanctify it, having cleansed it by the washing of water with the word, that he might present the church to himself a glorious church, not having spot or wrinkle or any such thing; but that it should be holy and without blemish. Even so ought husbands also to love their own wives as their own bodies. He that loves his own wife loves himself: for no man ever hated his own flesh; but nourishes and cherishes it, even as Christ also the church; because we are members of his body. For this cause shall a man leave his father and mother, and shall cleave to his wife; and the twain shall become one flesh (Eph 5:25-31).” Where in this passage does it say that we get a right to say, “I don’t have to love her when she does ____________.” Where in this passage does it say we husbands have the right to say, “ I don’t have to love her if she refuses to _______________.” It doesn’t. There is no disclaimer given, there are no prerequisites are wives must do in order for our love to be made manifest.

I want you to consider this for a moment. Husbands you see your wives at their bests. You see those self-less moments that reminded you why you wanted to marry her. For many though that idealized version of our wives gets ruined when we see her at her worst. And husbands we do see her at her worst. We see her when she is two weeks over do, tired, worn out, grumpy, and more than anything desires for that pregnancy to be over. We see her when she is at her wits end with the kids. We see her when she sins against us. (Perhaps she loses her temper, or says something disrespectful to be spiteful, or some other myriad of things our wives could do to us. Do you know what you are supposed to do? Consider what Jesus did. “Husbands, love your wives, even as Christ also loved the church, and gave himself up for it; that he might sanctify it, having cleansed it by the washing of water with the word, that he might present the church to himself a glorious church, not having spot or wrinkle or any such thing; but that it should be holy and without blemish (Eph. 5:25-27).” Jesus saw his bride at her worst. He saw all of her sins. He saw the lying, the cheating, the unfaithfulness, the arrogance, the backbiting, the gossiping, etc. He saw it all. And he loved her anyways. He died so that she could be spotless, blameless or any such thing. He loved her so much he gave to her what she needed to be better. To be beautiful. Husbands are we loving our wives that way? Do we look at her shortcoming and feel the need to vent to the guys, our moms? Or do we look at those shortcomings and ask ourselves, “what can I do to help her be better.”

The truth is gentlemen we need to ask ourselves some very important questions about our wives.

  1. If your wife more like Christ since you got married?
  2. If she more like Christ because of you or despite you?
  3. Has her faith shrunk in the years since you said, “I do?”
  4. Am I holding her back, stunting her growth? Or do am I water to the Lord’s seed?
  5. Is she a better woman since marrying me? A better friend? Better “mom” material?
  6. If you are truly concerned about her soul, then what are you doing about it?