Isaiah 40:21-26 (The Message)
21-24Have you not been paying attention? Have you not been listening?Haven’t you heard these stories all your life? Don’t you understand the foundation of all things?God sits high above the round ball of earth. The people look like mere ants.He stretches out the skies like a canvas— yes, like a tent canvas to live under.He ignores what all the princes say and do. The rulers of the earth count for nothing.Princes and rulers don’t amount to much. Like seeds barely rooted, just sprouted,They shrivel when God blows on them. Like flecks of chaff, they’re gone with the wind. 25-26“So—who is like me? Who holds a candle to me?” says The Holy.Look at the night skies: Who do you think made all this?Who marches this army of stars out each night, counts them off, calls each by name—so magnificent! so powerful!— and never overlooks a single one?
I mostly sit back and just watch the political climate of America. I vote, I can give my opinion on matters of practicality, economic trends and my preferences, but that’s about it. Most fundamentally, “my kingdom is not of this world”. I don’t expect it to be, I don’t want it to be. My identity is set in a world that has come and a world that is yet coming. Deep rooted in my beliefs is that the King is coming back with a new heaven and a new earth, that is where my hope lies. I cannot buy into the church’s affiliation with political power systems, it is the worship of a foreign idol. Be it Republican, Democrat or Tea parties . . . they do not make the sun rise nor the seas roll. The One who does brings perspective. The manic pursuit of foreign idols is a life of being tossed back and forth by the wind with no center, nothing that gives gravity to one’s life. Root yourself in the one who doesn’t change. Root yourself in the one who is King of all reality, not just the land you happen to live in at this point in time. Root yourself in the One who gave you being, not the one who wants your vote and your treasures. Worship the one true God and you find living water that your soul thirsts for. Worship a foreign idol and you drink dry sand. I guess my heeding is be careful where you put your ultimate hope. God has reigned over the universe before America, and God will reign over the universe after America. We are but chapters to a greater story. With what little time we have, let’s not live it with all the wrong dreams. I swear singular allegiance to the the King. peace,marshall