I’ve been accused of jumping to hope too quickly, but I’ve been hoping for the best for a long time now. In doing so, I’ve realized that our darkest hour could become our finest hour. Losing a battle doesn’t mean we’ve lost the war. This is our time of reckoning. It is the beginning.
I don’t know if our country will survive, but nonetheless, we’re at a crossroads. We can crumble or we can press into the new. A few weeks ago, before knowing the outcome of the election, I signed up for the upcoming Principles First Summit. www.principlesfirst.us. I wanted to go no matter who won. One of the greatest tasks of our lifetimes lies ahead. In a world where hate and fear seem to be winning, we need to take up the “weapons” of truth and love. (See Eph. 6:10-18) We need to be as shrewd as snakes and as innocent as doves. (Matt. 10:16) We need to fight the good fight. (See 1 Timothy 6:3-16)
It seems we’re in the middle of the Big Picture. Every five hundred years or so, the Church transforms. We’re right about there. Leaders like Russell Moore, Editor-in-Chief of Christianity Today, are speaking loudly and powerfully, in a way that might surprise some. Websites like www.redeemingbabel.org are cutting through the ice. Many theologians are standing firm, pointing to the counter-cultural Jesus. Many politicians, on both sides of the aisle, are gaining new resolve. Close to half of the American people are in mourning, yet wondering about the dawn.
So do I have hope? Absolutely. Something far greater than politics is stirring. And we get to be part of this moment.