When I first heard Donald Trump was running for president, I thought it was absurd. I hadn’t voted since I’d voted for Obama in 2008, and since then had gone through a radical conversion to born-again Christian with a perspective of human government so cynical, I actually though it was idolatrous to vote.
Through the course of the election, however, faced with the possibility of Hillary Clinton, whose history with the Clinton Foundation, body count, and cozy ties to eugenicist globalists with open designs to reduce the global population I had been well aware of, I began to reconsider what it means to actually vote.
It took the primaries and the whole of the general for me to slowly realize that as I sat on my high horse, not voting, barely aware of who held office in Washington D.C., there were thousands of conservative, Christian patriots who were far more informed and far more actively involved in the sorts of decisions that directly impact whether or not the aforementioned eugenics agenda would be furthered using my tax dollars and in my nation.
Most humbling was that I happily ranted about the inhumanity of abortion and human trafficking while so many “idolatrous” Christians were actually making a point to follow laws and the platforms of politicians running for office and making sure they were electing men and women committed to biblical values rather than amoral secular humanism.
I think that’s what ultimately hit me the hardest—here I was, professing to believe that the Bible was the inherent Word of God and yet I was doing nothing to ensure that my voice was represented by elected officials that felt the same.
When I, as the citizen of a republic, had the right to voice my say on who should be writing our laws and determining how to spend my tax dollars, was neglecting to do what I could to see those who would do so as governed by principles that were more adherent to basic biblical virtues, how could I possibly judge the deepest hearts of the “idolatrous” voters?
Yeah, I was pretty ashamed. I’m far from a grass-roots activist on the ground saving babies or rescuing victims of human trafficking, and those who are still humble and inspire me greatly.
Now, I’m not about to turn around and tell you that Donald Trump was the glowing emblem of biblical virtue I imagined would be able to defeat the pantsuited Ice Queen—far from it.
I voted for him as cynically as I did Obama in 2008, when as a then-far-left socialist I thought he was an establishment hack who would never effect the change I wanted to see.
How little did I know he’d essentially launch a soft communist revolution over the next 8 years as I ended up a born-again Christian signing up to vote for a newly Republican reality TV and real estate mogul.
It was with an inverted cynicism that I voted for Trump—odds were, I thought, he’d turn out to be an establishment hack who’d let them take our guns and keep the U.S. right on track to rolling out the New World Order.
It’s been a surprising four years in that regard as well—and I’ve spent most of it far more than just pleasantly surprised that Trump has gone head-to-head directly with the very same corrupt, globalist sellouts who have been rolling out the red carpet for the interests of our foreign adversaries.
The thing is, the whole reason I changed my stance on voting at all was that I realized that to vote for a man in a republic is not to put your trust and faith in him.
Heck, to praise a monarch is not necessarily to put your trust and faith in him.
The well-rounded Christian worldview recognizes not only that God ordains earthly leadership but that we’re called to respect it as well as to understand that earthly leaders are just as subject to the laws of sin and death as we are.
I have been hoping and praying, for the sake of our nation overall, for the sake of what is righteous and constitutional, that President Donald Trump will be President Donald Trump for four more years.
It’s the God who ordained his presidency that I worship, however, and in whom I’ve been able to place my devout faith and trust in the face of a post-Trumpian America that we might not hardly recognize before long.
I admire Trump and the battle he’s fought and I am now praying fervently for anyone working to ensure that truth and justice prevail amid the appearance of unthinkable corruption and impending chaos.
I don’t know what’s going to happen this week, and I’m OK with that. I know that God knows, and that is where my comfort lies.
I do still trust the Lord enough to work miracles, if not for our nation, than for the church that is recognizing the full extent of our nation’s need for repentance and revival.
The best we can do is pray—and sisters, the fact that we know the deity to whom we pray is all we need to know right now.