I voted for someone that I knew would not win yesterday.  I was struck with feelings of beauty that I still have the freedom to vote as I wish; that there is more than one person on our presidential ticket is a freedom we can celebrate. I was struck with a bit of grief as I felt that no matter how this election ended up, I would not be met with someone who I felt I could trust with my liberty or my freedom. And I was struck with a bit of unknown, I wouldn’t classify it as fear but an understanding of sorts that neither of the big names had provided information that allowed me knowledge of a plan for moving forward.  

This morning, with the coming of the news and the proclamation of our new president, I felt some dismay and disappointment.  But what I didn’t feel was a bump in my hope, for even if my longshot candidate would have won, my hope would not have been any less as we can not allow our hope to rest in the hand of any man, and in that truth no man can take it from us, either.

We may be in more need as a country now than ever before, that is not mine to even ponder, for I do know that we have been in need before this morning and as a believer, my need is the very thing that welcomes me into His presence.  We are not of the world but we are in it and with that being said, if we are in fact in a dire place of destruction and cause for fear, as saved sinners we have but one choice and that choice is Jesus.  

If you feel marginalized, discriminated against, battered or abused: you have now and forever been offered the comfort of the throne through an invitation made by and through the blood of Christ.  In that, Jesus has bridged the gap between “you” and “me”.  That me and you may consist of two people from opposite sides of the political aisle, that me and you may be from opposite standings of privilege or ability, that me and you may have different skin color or background, that me and you may have a different experience of freedom, that me and you may have a different experience of trauma, that me and you may have different belief, even in God. And yet, my hope and what I believe is that is the only hope that we have to bind us together.  Jesus died for each and every one of us, and in doing so, through Him we too can bridge the gap.  When the you that is next me is suffering from fear, or actual repercussion due to the perceived power of others or the actual marginalization or discrimination or abuse or neglect that come with being sojourners here in this world; we can bridge the gap in reminding one another through love and deed, that we are citizens of heaven. To spread that hope from corner to corner, in your homes, in your jobs, within the church, but more than any of that, in your own heart.

This morning as I prayed and searched for Him, I was reminded of the scripture found in Romans 8:38-39 “And I am convinced that nothing can ever separate us from God’s love.  Neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither our fears for today or our worries about tomorrow-not even the powers of hell can separate us from God's love.  No power in the sky above or in the earth below-indeed, nothing in all creation will ever be able to separate us from the love of God that is revealed in Christ Jesus our Lord.”

Within that provided hope and assurance we can approach the throne, place all that humbles us- our sin, our shame, our worry and doubt our fear and trepidation- and soak in the grace that was intended for us.  For it is His mercy that sees and knows, that welcomes and forgives, that comforts and provides.

We are no longer a you and me within Him rather through His blood we have become a we.  And that collective we was meant to act as family. As the family we can sit with one another and see  that we have fear, we have longings, we have wounds and pain. And in doing so, we can hold one another in hope for tomorrow that will be far greater than any of the transgression or weakness we will surely experience today.   

Our hope was not lost this morning with the coming of a new president for we already had a king.  A king that only brings hope and assuredness of more hope to come.  


In Christ alone my hope is found;

He is my light, my strength, my song;

This cornerstone, this solid ground,

Firm through the fiercest drought and storm.

What heights of love, what depths of peace,

When fears are stilled, when strivings cease!

My comforter, my all in all—

Here in the love of Christ I stand.


No guilt in life, no fear in death—

This is the pow’r of Christ in me;

From life’s first cry to final breath,

Jesus commands my destiny.

No pow’r of hell, no scheme of man,

Can ever pluck me from His hand;

Till He returns or calls me home—

Here in the pow’r of Christ I’ll stand.


-In Christ Alone