My Worship Revolution

   


OK, so I’ve had this blog for almost two years now and in that time I have not once had a post with any sort of political nature to it, but there’s a first time for everything.  I guess that’s because I am fairly opinionated and interested in politics, but it is such a hot button and truth be told, I don’t typically care enough to deal with that here.  I recognize that I can’t ever count on politics to really make a difference in peoples lives, because only Jesus can.  Also, keep in mind as you read that what I share here are simply my own thoughts on things…period.

But tonight I just felt like I had to post because honestly, I feel burdened.  My heart hurts over this situation.  If you don’t know anything about it, check out the link, or if you’d rather not deal with it just move on from this post and I’ll find a funny video for the next one or something.  Today these guys turned themselves over to authorities to serve sentences of 11 and 12 years.  Something seems unfair about that to me.  Do I know all the facts…I’m sure the answer is no.  Perhaps there was some negligence on their part beyond what I’m aware of.  But it just doesn’t seem right.  Two guys put their lives on the line everyday to protect our borders, regardless of how you feel about our border policies.  They try to make the best decision they can at a crucial moment.  The perpetrator?  A man entering our country with 750 pounds of marijuana.  That’s worth over one million dollars on our streets.  He gets spotted and runs from authorities.  He escapes after being shot in the arse on his way out.

Now that man, a known and continuing drug smuggler, is pardoned.  He is treated in a U.S. hospital.  He is now suing our government for millions of dollars.  And the two men who caught him?  Their wives will go to sleep without their husbands for the next 10+ years.  Their kids will experience the most critical years of their lives with fathers behind bars.  And we have an administration, one that I admit I’ve been very supportive of thus far, that could pardon these guys but has remained silent.

I admit, I don’t understand.  Maybe there’s a lot I don’t know.  I hope so.  Cause it makes me sad.  It is one of the very few times in my life I’ve ever sat here and felt like there’s really nothing I can do to make a difference.  I know that part will pass before I wake up tomorrow, but right now I feel slightly helpless and hopeless.  I’m disappointed in our systems and wonder if they will ever get any better.  I believe they won’t.  But I guess that even as I write this, it serves as a reminder that we live in such an imperfect world.  And it’s not my home.  I’ll do my best to trust in God.  To remember that he is sovereign.  Even when it doesn’t make sense.  But in the mean time, it makes me sad.  Alright…that’s enough of that I guess.  Now back to our regularly scheduled programs…