rebelling against low expectations
I write this poem on the eve of the 2020 election as a reflective, occasionally silly and exaggerated reminder to be grounded in my one true hope: Jesus and his unshakeable Kingdom, not in earthly politics (during these exaggerated times). I hope it’s a comforting reminder to you as well. Yet, I have hope. It could be that by this time tomorrow We’ll all be drowning in sorrow. Or by...
“When’s the next election?” I asked my Mom excitedly at the beginning of this year. I’m seventeen years old, and since I’m a minor, I can’t vote. I was disappointed to hear that the next election was this year, five months before my birthday. Understanding that this is an important election, I wish I could voice my opinion by placing my vote in the ballot box. But I’ll have to wait four more...
As Election Day approaches, I hear many friends and family members name-calling their rival candidates. Although it’s not surprising, the saddening part is that some Christian’s echo the world. There’s nothing wrong with desiring a good leader, especially in times like this. But this desire does not permit us to disrespect others who are “fearfully and wonderfully...
Today we vote. Today we “decide the fate of the Republic.” Today, those of us in America, exercise our “God-given rights” as a Democracy to decide who we will be: What laws we will follow and what leaders we want to guide those decisions. I don’t know about you, but this season can be a little overwhelming. Everyone’s emphasizing the importance of this election, even though we emphasize that...
rebelling against low expectations
