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A response to my beloved mother

MOM:

“It's too bad that you can't bring yourself to vote in the election - I'm sure there were 8 million more like you that resulted in the election of Obama! But since our confidence is not in men, it really doesn't matter to a point. but the Bible does say "When the righteous are in authority, the people rejoice: but when the wicked beareth rule, the people mourn" (Proverbs 29:2). I was certainly groaning on the day after the election, but I know the Lord is the one who ultimately sets up who He wants whether in judgment for unrighteousness (Babylonians, Assyrians, etc.) or for blessing when a country honors Him, for "Blessed is the nation whose God is the Lord." Since we're far removed from God being the Lord of America, I know where it's headed!”



ME:
“Mom, I love you.

First of all, my not voting did not mean a thing. I live in Texas and the Texas electoral votes went to John McCain, remember?

Second, I would have probably voted for the Libertarian Party! I don’t like McCain or Obama. So my vote would not have mattered.

Third, here is a blog I posted the day after the election based on the reactions of the “Conservative Right”

Fourthly, I agree completely with you… My confidence is not in man and never will be.

Fifthly, inferring Barak Obama to be a “wicked” man is ridiculous. He is only as “wicked” as you and I. He claims to be a Christian and there is no reason to doubt that he is not sincere.

Sixthly, not only does God bless the nation whose God is the Lord, he also blesses the people whose God is NOT the Lord… WHY DO THE WICKED PROSPER???

My plea is for realism. We live in a fallen world. Let’s not head for the hills because we see our supposed “Christian” nation not being so “Christian.” This is the way the world has always been. There will be no change until Christ returns which could be 10,000 more years for all we know.

Mom, I love you.”

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