I didn't vote for Barak Obama. But I couldn't help but tear up last night when I saw a collage on TV of all 43 of our past presidents, and then, Obama's face was there--ten times larger than the rest, and centered right in the middle of all that history. The ceiling is broken ... and it's long overdue.
I wrote to my very good friend, Sonya, this morning to try to express what I'm feeling. She wrote back and told me about a time when one of her boys said he wanted to be president when he grew up, and Sonya and her husband just smiled and patted his head. As she wrote to me today, "Now it's not a pipe dream."
I am rejoicing at that reality. History was made last night and now, hopefully, some of the wounds of our past might begin to heal.
I'm also proud of John McCain and the humble, gracious, peace-seeking way he conceded the election. Everything I already liked about him was magnified in those few short moments.
Proverbs 21:1 tells us that "The king's heart is in the hand of the LORD; He directs it like a watercourse wherever He pleases." I am relying on that verse today and resting in God's sovereignty. And I'm praying that Barak Obama will not only seek God's help in fulfilling all he promised last night, but that he will depend fully on Him. I'm praying too that his eyes will be opened to a few unalterable truths: the unborn matter greatly to the One who created them; and Israel will always be the apple of His eye.
May God bless our country.