Disappointments and God
I was appalled when Obama was first inaugurated as President
of the United States. I couldn’t quite wrap my mind around the reality that a
vast number of people in this country had been so foolish. How could they
justify electing a president solely on the color of his skin (little or no
background was released at the time)? But imagine my consternation when it
happened the second time. This time his extreme anti-American sentiments were
on-the-table. His hatred of Israel was apparent. As much as the media did to
hide his background it still leaked out. This time it was obvious to me that the world was about to end, civilization as we knew it would dissolve into
a quagmire of human depravity.
Here we are 8 years after the first entrance into the White
House of an Arab born, dark skinned (not African) liberal, anti-American,
anti-Semite president (my own opinions) and we still exist. Some harm was done. But we still
exist.
So, what happened? It takes more than one president to
destroy a nation. One president can create problems, serious problems, but he
has a legislative and a judicial branch of government to deal with as well as a
nation of citizens with voting rights, the right to free speech and the right
to petition and to demonstrate in public. And in America many of those citizens
and government officials still pray.
When Obama first took office, I was dismayed. But, I did not need psychological intervention, a 'safe zone' or medical assistance to get me through. I did not seek group therapy. The other day I saw a video clip of a young man emotionally collapsed on the street crying out in despair at the inauguration of President Trump. I thought to myself, “What is the difference between us? I clearly had similar thoughts when Obama took office but outwardly I was calm. So, why such a different reaction?”
First, we must have had far different home lives. Mom’s help
in my childhood took me through a
lifetime. Mom spanked us when we disobeyed but I never laid my head on my pillow and night and wondered if I was loved. Mom didn’t coddle me. She hugged
me…lots. She sat on my bedside at night expressing her love for me. She held me
as tight as she could when she had no ability to stop the pain in circumstances
that just seemed overwhelming to her. But she did not coddle me. If I bruised a
knee she ignored it or told me to get up and go play. If I lost at some game or
other she simply said to try harder next time and practice more. She taught me
that sometimes others will do better than I do and that not everyone wins. Mom
taught me that I should be happy for, and encourage, those who excel beyond my
abilities and efforts. Dealing with the disappointments and general hardships
of life seemed to be on Mom’s daily lesson planner for her children. She taught
us well. Sadly, today too few families teach their children to cope with
disappoints in life. Everything isn’t fair. Everyone doesn’t win. Sometimes the worst really does happen and we simply must go on with life.
Second, we must have had far different spiritual lives.
God’s Word took me through a lifetime of myriad obstacles. I learned very early
in my spiritual youth that God is in control even when I think he doesn’t seem
to care. I can’t imagine how difficult it must have been for the young man in
the video clip to have his only hope dashed in front of his eyes. When Obama
took office his opponents were never my only hope. I hoped that our president would make wise
decisions, that he would help to restore morality to a corrupt society and that
his policies would ensure safety for our nation. With Obama that was all gone.
In my mind that hope was shattered at his first, and disintegrated at his
second, inauguration. But my hope was in Christ not in Obama. God was, and is,
still in charge. These men that we place in office, whether it is Trump or
Obama or any other man, will only be able to do what God allows. I have God as
my hope. Clearly, and sadly, the young man in the video did not. So, when his hope was dashed his meaningless future became too bleak to endure.
When Obama took office I went to prayer. I knew that my God was still in control. When Israel was under the oppression of Pharaoh it had to be far worse for them than it was for us in America under Obama. People seem to lose hope when an ungodly leader sits in Washington. But think how it must have been Israel. What Israel was missing, what she could not see, was God’s plan. God used Pharaoh to move Israel out of Egypt and eventually into their own nation. He used an ungodly leader and severe oppression for one of Israel’s greatest blessings.
Instead of crying and weeping in despair over leaders we do
not like maybe we should pray that God will bless their decisions in a way that
will prosper the Church. Learn to cope with the disappointments in life while looking for
the hand of God. The greatest blessing of all may be just beyond the darkest storm.
God is still in control.
