Never, ever…ever…in my wildest dreams, would I have imagined having to tack the word “President” in front of Donald Trump’s name.
He doesn’t exactly fit the typical “presidential mold”. I don’t detect any trace of political correctness in him…which is actually refreshing…except that he doesn’t appear to have any tact or diplomacy to balance that out. He’s not very careful with his words…whether by mouth or by tweet. Some of his decisions don’t appear to be well thought out, being made out of impulse, or in retaliation to criticism (much of which is warranted). He also appears to be completely out of tune with the plight of minorities in America…and I could write an entire blog on that point by itself.
Okay…now that I’ve gotten that out of my system, let me get to the point of this post.
Despite all of these strikes against him (and I’m sure there are more), President Donald Trump is a human being, created in the image of God, loved by that same God…and in desperate need of prayer.
I’m not writing this as an attempt to correct anyone…this is therapeutic for me.
It’s gotten to the point now where our government as a whole has become a reality TV show…with our President in the starring role. And I can’t stand reality TV. So, as you can imagine, it’s getting really hard to think nice thoughts and say nice things about our President.
But, there’s this person that I have a relationship with…named Jesus…who is making it really hard for me to completely write off President Trump. Because, when I really think about it…I’m no better than he is. The truth is, the same Jesus that died for me died for Donald Trump.
That’s not to say that following Jesus means I can never be critical of our President…quite the contrary. Jesus was very vocal against the unjust religious and political leaders of His day. For nearly an entire chapter in the book of Matthew, Jesus calls the Pharisees “hypocrites” to their faces, and points out the error of their ways in detail. He referred to King Herod as “a fox” (Luke 13:32)…and if you understand what that means from a Hebrew perspective, it was actually pretty gangster.
But underneath Jesus’ seemingly harsh words was an unconditional love…a love that didn’t ignore the wrongdoings of those corrupt leaders, but actually drove Him to accept the death penalty for their corruption.
That’s the guy I surrendered my life to.
And so…as much as part of me just wants to go on a total rant about how much I dislike President Trump, the love of Jesus compels me to sincerely pray for the man, and his family. Not just because the Bible calls us to pray for those in authority…
…but because Jesus loves him just as much as He loves me.