There are varying degrees to which Christians are called to engage in the political sphere. I can’t see, Scripturally, that any of us are called to disengage completely, because politicians make POLICIES, and policies affect PEOPLE. The body of Christ is called to care about people. So, I believe we must then care about the policies which affect them AND the politicians who create those policies. And, because God’s hand touches every sphere of human life, I believe God cares about politics, too.
That being said: to varying degrees.
Some of us are called to be influential on our local school boards or city councils. Some are called to run for state congress. Some to work in the halls of the White House. Some, even, to the office of President.
And some of us are simply called to vote for the politicians with the policies that align most closely with what God says is best for humans. He does know what’s best, because He created us, so we need to vote from a Biblical worldview.
BUT THEN. What happens after we vote? After we’ve educated ourselves, our families, our friends and been faithful to our duty as citizens of the country in which God has placed us? What’s our next course of action?
Some of us will be called to further engage. To run for office or help those who do.
But most of us will be called to the walls of our homes, for our domain of control lies predominantly within them. Our duty, now as always, is first to God and then to our families. To our churches. To our personal friends. Most of us are not called to continue to spend exhaustive amounts of time engaging with what is happening in Washington, DC. The chips will fall where they may. But WE have a clear Biblical duty to teach the Gospel to our children, to raise them up in the fear and admonition of the Lord, and to love our spouses well. To honor our parents, to serve the body of Christ, to care for the widow and the orphan, to counter injustice where we see it in our day-to-day lives.
These are our mandates, and they DO NOT CHANGE based on the outcome of any election or political contest. They are the same for every Christian, in every country in the world.
Of course, we want the promises of God to be fulfilled. We want to SEE THEM come to fruition! But as I read Hebrews this morning, I was reminded that even the great heroes of our faith did not always see promises fulfilled in their lifetimes.
“These all died in faith, not having received the things promised, but having seen them and greeted them from afar, and having acknowledged that they were strangers and exiles on the earth...
While waiting for the promises of God, the heroes of the faith went to work! They busied themselves with the things of God, and they worked heartily as unto the Lord.
This is our duty, as it was theirs.
If you are not being called to take stands in your local politics or in the halls of D.C., TAKE HEART that your calling is within the walls of your own home, within the confines of your own life. Shrink your circle and turn off the Noise. Most of us aren’t being Asked to engage constantly, to scroll fervently, or to keep continual tabs on “what’s going on.”
Instead, I know that I’m being Asked to keep tabs on the people within the walls my home, and to offer the hope of Jesus Christ to those with whom I come into contact as I go about my days.
Keep your eyes heavenward, and keep your attention focused. The people right in front of you need you to offer them the Fruits of the Spirit that you’ve been given.
Do that work. It is good, and it is enough.
They say the newborn days are hard. No sleep, raging hormones, too much laundry, leaky boobs.
but i loved them.
The fresh-from-heaven smell that only lasted a second. The sleeping on my chest. The milk drunk smiles. The swaddling and rocking and tiny baby feet. The doll-sized clothes, too small in a week. The tiny diapers.
They say the baby months are hard. Spit-up and sleep training gone wrong and so much being stuck at home. The storing milk and fussy nights up long, with teeth breaking through.
but i loved them.
The gummy smiles and first giggles. The learning to crawl and eyes opening in wonder to more and more of the world around. The cooing and babbling and reaching up for my necklace. The favorite blanket and bigger diapers (again) and learning to find pacifiers at midnight.
They say the toddler stage is hard. Tantrums and attitudes and frustrating communication. Disobedience and hitting, kicking, and biting. The “NO!s” and the running away when mom says “come.”
but i love it.
She’s hilarious! The funny sayings and words that aren’t quite right but almost, and the way she says, “I WUFF you mama!” The amazement and wonder over the simplest of life’s joys--like the first time noticing the moon and the stars. The reading books and learning to run in circles and jump and sing! The learning, oh, the learning!
They say the childhood years are hard. Accidents and messes and the wanting of more independence. Vying for time and pulling us in too many different directions. When school is frustrating and when they get bored.
but i’m going to love them.
Little humans who have so much to say and do, and who find unending joy in PLAY. Make believe and making friends and making mistakes that don’t hurt anyone too badly. Learning to read and write and try new things. Riding bikes and flying kites and seeing sights.Eyes wide open and arms just wanting mama’s hugs, and kisses goodnight.
They say the teenage years are hard. Rebellion and rules and strained relationships. Fights and ugly words and body image issues. Apathy and disdain for authority and a leaving behind of everything they were taught.
but i am so excited.
For mature conversations and watching them spread their wings and learn to fly. For mistakes that are forgiven and learning to drive and all the questions they’ll ask. For friends coming over and long summer days and watching them compete. Learning to win well and lose even better. For budding talents and the world as their oyster and all their ideas for life.
These babies of ours? God simply calls them blessings. Blessings always, in every circumstance, forever and ever.
Someday, I simply want my stone to read: she loved it all.
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