Don’t count me as a media dubbed evangelical.
Nor part of a voting bloc.
Not even as an evangelical espoused by some of my brothers and sisters.
I love Jesus.
I am a Christ follower.
I am not ashamed of the Gospel of Christ but I am ashamed of being linked with some evangelicals in this current political climate.
To the pollsters I say, “Don’t count me.”
We can’t blame it all on the media. We’ve done it to each other.
Where’s the prophetic voice crying in the wilderness, the weeping Jeremiah?
Is there a Mordecai among us? an Esther “for such a time as this?”
Have we slowly gone after the lesser light?
Who or what do we so fear or seek that too many of us have taken a liking to the spotlight, relished spitting out soundbites and tweeting our whereabouts, succumbing to the lure of fifteen minutes of fame?
We’ve lost the Light.
and our way.
And I want out.
Make no mistake, as challenging as it is, I never want to be free from Christ and the commandment to “Love God and love my neighbor as myself.”(Mark 12:28-34 NLT)
But I want to be free from the culture of fear and hate.
When Michael Gerson wrote about a gathering of 900 conservative Christian leaders meeting with Trump, I wondered who were they? How were they selected?
When I read that Trump was given a standing ovation, I wondered why?
What did he say that instilled confidence, calmed misgivings or made a deal?
Or were 900 evangelicals blinded by the spotlight?
It feels like the evangelical table’s grown too exclusive, comfortable and crowded on the right.
Time to reset the table.
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