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Happy Election Day

Aren’t you glad to live in America?  Aren’t you glad we have the freedom to step out of our houses, travel to the polling places, and vote freely – with no intimidation or fear?

Do you support abortion?  I don’t.  But I’m glad we live in a country where we both can have and voice our opinions freely.

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Today I pray for honest elections.

I pray that people are waking up and seeking God concerning who to vote for.  I pray that people have not relied on the media or the newspaper or their neighbor or even their own perspectives or prior opinions to tell them how to vote.  I pray that you go to vote with confidence, knowing that you’ve researched the issues and candidates from every angle and have picked the candidates and amendments and referendums to vote for that will exalt righteousness and truth across our land.

But if serving the LORD seems undesirable to you, then choose for yourselves this day whom you will serve, whether the gods your forefathers served beyond the River, or the gods of the Amorites, in whose land you are living. But as for me and my household, we will serve the LORD. –Joshua 24:15

I pray that our country will look forward and move forward to the best days America has ever had.  I pray that God would supercede and overcome the failings and weaknesses of whichever candidate is elected.  I pray that the next President will fall humbly before God and seek His wisdom for guiding this country.

Seek the LORD while He may be found; Call upon Him while He is near. –Isaiah 55:6

I pray for safety for our next President — physically, mentally, spiritually and emotionally.  I pray that those who oppose our country, those who seek to destroy us, would be confounded and thwarted.

No weapon that is formed against you will prosper; And every tongue that accuses you in judgment will be shown to be in the wrong. This is the heritage of the servants of the LORD, And their vindication is from Me,” declares the LORD. -Isaiah 54:17

I pray that satan’s strategies for our country would be exposed and destroyed.  I pray confusion into the enemy’s camp.

Then Saul and all his men assembled and went to the battle. They found [their enemies] in total confusion, striking each other with their swords. -1 Samuel 14:20

I pray for the peace and vindication of Israel.  I pray for a President that will fight and defend Israel, no matter what the cost.

For whoever touches [Israel] touches the apple of My eye. -Zechariah 2:8

I pray for unity for democrats, for republicans, for independents to join together.

There is neither Jew nor Greek, there is neither slave nor free man, there is neither male nor female; for you are all one in Christ Jesus. -Galatians 3:28

I pray a hedge of protection around this nation, around our allies, around those who stand for righteousness and justice.

Those who look to Him are radiant;
their faces are never covered with shame.

This poor man called, and the LORD heard him;
He saved him out of all his troubles.

The angel of the LORD encamps around those who fear Him,
and He delivers them.

Taste and see that the LORD is good;
blessed is the man who takes refuge in Him.

Fear the LORD, you His saints,
for those who fear Him lack nothing.

The lions may grow weak and hungry,
but those who seek the LORD lack no good thing.
-Psalm 34:5-10

Most of all, I pray that this country will turn back to God.  Hope for this country rests solely in Him.

Blessed is the nation whose God is the LORD.  -Psalm 33:12

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Wielding the Sword

Then you will know the truth, and the truth will set you free.
John 8:32

The Bible is powerless in my life if I don’t believe it.  I can hear the truth, I can read the truth, I can copy the truth onto 3 by 5 notecards and tape them on my mirror, I can memorize the truth, I can shout the truth over my situation, but until I know the truth… I will not be set free.

More than anything else in life, I want to know the truth.  I don’t just want to read it.  I don’t just want to hear it.  I don’t even just want to think about it.  I’ve got to know it.  Because when I know it, I will be totally and unquestionably free.  Free from the every lie that tries to creep into my mind.  Free from intimidation and worry and confusion and fear.  Free from every symptom of sickness that ever tries to turn into something more.  Free from debt and insufficiency and lack.  Yes, that’s what I want.  I don’t just want to have the word stored away in my heart.  I want to live it!  Because it’s not enough for me to just read stories of victory and triumph, of nations being won for Jesus in a day, of the dead being brought back to life, sickness and disease vanishing.  I’ve got to live it.  I can’t stand to live another day hearing names like parkinsons and cancer and heart disease and hiv and standing back to make way for them — or seeing others gawk in fear towards them.  No way.  I’ve got to be in a position of such confidence in Jesus, in complete awareness of the authority I have in Him,  that I can stand and look down upon these ugly, horrible names that represent such demonic torment — not looking up at them in awe or intimidation, but looking down upon them in complete hatred and a complete lack of amazement.  They’ve got to be ants beneath my feet.  I will no longer make them to be anything more.  Jesus didn’t.  Jesus was not impressed with sickness like we are.  The Bible says that when He cast out a demon, He refused to even let it speak.  People today are not only letting the enemy speak to them and overwhelm them — they are speaking back.  I won’t stand for it.  Sickness and disease, cancer and hiv, tuberculosis and strokes, colds and flus — they are all Goliaths in our society.  Will we be like King Saul who cowered and fretted over this uncircumcised Philistine?  Or will we be like David? David said to the Philistine, “You come against me with sword and spear and javelin, but I come against you in the name of the LORD Almighty, the God of the armies of Israel, whom you have defied.  This day the LORD will hand you over to me, and I’ll strike you down and cut off your head. Today I will give the carcasses of the Philistine army to the birds of the air and the beasts of the earth, and the whole world will know that there is a God in Israel.  All those gathered here will know that it is not by sword or spear that the LORD saves; for the battle is the LORD’s, and He will give all of you into our hands.” I think we’d start seeing a lot more victories in our life if we treated sickness and torment and debt — and all of satan’s devices like David treated Goliath.

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Political Confusion

I was just brushing my teeth… and I had a thought. I haven’t been to the garden in a while. My heart fluttered. How could I go so long without visiting? The garden, unlike the dentist, is not some place I’m supposed to visit every six months (though, if you’re like me, you’ve been meaning to call for the past year and just haven’t gotten around to it). No, the garden, isn’t somewhere I have to or am supposed to visit at all. And that’s a good thing, because… let’s face it: if someone told me that I needed to go, I probably wouldn’t. It’s like cleaning the bathroom. If someone would simply say to me, “Please stop cleaning the bathroom. Please don’t ever do it again!” I would. I would clean the bathroom. Probably that very minute. But instead, I’m always hounding myself to clean it – and well, I rarely do (I am being generous with the word rarely). Or… if my English teacher would have told me, all those years ago, to not bother reading To Kill a Mockingbird. To just take it home and look at the front cover and maybe, maybe read the back cover… but only if I really felt like it, then by golly, I probably would have scoured the whole thing from front to back. Curiosity would have got the better of me. But it was the exact opposite. And curiosity and wonderment had no part in it. As a result, I was drawn into the arms of Spark Notes. I didn’t even read the back cover. Oh, but I did watch the movie (sorry, Miss Aden… thanks anyways for the A though).

But as I said, the garden is nothing like any of the obligatory things I just mentioned. And so, as I set my toothbrush into its little tray and wiped my backwash off the mirror (just being honest), my heart was drawn. I could see Him waiting at the gate for me.

Do you hear that? He whispered. Hear what? I asked. Listen. Do you hear that? He continued. I paused and listened carefully. I could hear it. Something. Something which was very quiet at first, but became louder as I stood there. It was a rushing noise. Like water. And waves crashing. Then I could hear the pounding of rain and the boom of thunder and lightening. I looked around me. This wasn’t the garden anymore. It was a torrential downpour — in the middle of a huge body of water. I was sitting in a small canoe by myself, trying to paddle my way out, but failing miserably. The sky was so dark and the rain was so fierce, I couldn’t see land in any direction. I couldn’t see fifteen feet in front of me.

Where am I? I asked.

Political confusion, He answered.

We were back in the garden. The sun was radiating, casting warmth on my back. We were standing in a beautiful field of tall grass. I collapsed onto my knees — the way I always do when He speaks. The way I do when I want to ask questions, want to change the subject, but can’t. I know what He means. I’ve maybe never heard such a thing in my life, but when He speaks, darkness flees. Confusions flees. Lies flee. There’s no gray area. There’s nothing to question. There’s no confusion. His words cut like a knife — through everything that must be cut away.

I simply stood before Him, my eyes flooded with light, and nodded. Then I walked into His arms. He grabbed me and pulled me tight. I’m so sorry, Daddy.

I didn’t have to pull out a list and name all of the things that had vied to tug my heart away from Him — political opinions, strong political opinions, extremely strong political opinions. Pride. I hate pride. I would like to put another word in its place, but it’s really the only one that fits. No, there was no list. There was no naming names. There was just collapsing in His arms and forsaking it all instantly. How? I don’t know. It’s not that I had such restrain or resistance against these things that I could just drop them and not care to ever go back. No, I like my opinions. But I like Him more. And when He spoke, I couldn’t turn away. Not because I didn’t want to turn away. I was absolutely, physically incapable of doing so. His word cut through everything that would have kept me from Him, from truth.

The political spirit that looms over this country right now is very blinding. It’s exactly like the picture He showed me — of sitting in the boat, the storm so loud that you can’t hear, so dark that you can’t see anything — but yourself. Maybe I started out on the shore, but once I put my boat in the water, the tide pulled me out. I couldn’t resist it. The political spirit is strong, alluring, enticing.

Does this mean I can’t fight anymore? I asked Him this. And do you know what He said? No. What a wonderful Daddy! I can still fight. But He told me to fight from the garden — our secret place, where I can see everything clearly. He told me to stop fighting from that old boat that’s stuck in the eye of the storm. I can’t see anything out there. I can’t tell east from west from north from south. All darkness is the same at night.

So, I will continue to fight — for righteousness, for justice, for a godly leader who will pass righteous laws and stand for justice — for those who cannot defend themselves. 40 million of them. But I will do so from a place of far greater power and influence.

Help me, LORD. Please keep my hands frozen to the sword.

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