I hear much about politics these days, but really have not focused on it that much.  I do hear about it at work and through social media.  It is certainly a topic of the day.  I do my best to choose who will lead our nation wisely, but I know Who I have believed and will follow Him regardless.

“And He changeth the times and the seasons:  He removeth kings, and setteth up kings:  He giveth wisdom unto the wise, and knowledge to them that know understanding:  He revealeth the deep and secret things:  He knoweth what is in the darkness, and the Light dwelleth with Him.”      Daniel 2:21-22

I came across a lesson this morning and prayed it would help each of us remember who we are, Who we follow, and to Whom we belong.  This world is not our home, it is true, but in the interim, let us make wise decisions regarding who will lead us as a nation, our homes, states, and congregations.

“Righteousness exalteth a nation:  but sin is a reproach to any people”     Proverbs 14:34

If we but apply God’s Word and live it daily, our homes, our communities, our states and nation will surely be strong.  “Let there be peace on earth, and let it begin with me.”  After all, the Scriptures apply to each and every one of us personally, and it is up to us individually to know the truth and live according to it.

“Except the Lord build the house, they labour in vain that build it:  except the Lord keep the city, the watchman waketh but in vain.”   Psalms 127:1

“Rulers were called “gods” because of their role in humanity’s affairs.  But beneath those royal robes is a mortality as fragile as the obscure peasant.  The king is subject to heart failure, stroke, ruptured appendix, malignancy and all other ills, plus creeping old age, like the mass of mankind.  Renown will not ease the pain of disease, nor stop it from taking its toll.  The pale horse with its rider called death is galloping not far behind him as well as us.

I was more deeply impressed with man’s frailty and superficial values when I visited the old home of Andrew Jackson.  After going through the dwelling place of the heroic President, popularized for his stonewall courage, I went out to the family burial ground.  There I stood and meditated at the grave of a man who held the highest office in the land.  Then I walked over to the grave of his trusted slave.  There I searched my soul as I pondered the state of man.  And I thought – it doesn’t make much difference when the end comes whether you are President or slave, for both must die and sleep in the same dust.”        ~ Leroy Brownlow

“For over a thousand years Roman conquerors returning from the wars enjoyed the honor of triumph, a tumultuous parade.  In the procession came trumpeteers, musicians and strange animals from conquered territories, together with carts laden with treasure and captured armaments.  The conquerors rode in a triumphal chariot or rode the trace horses.  A slave stood behind the conqueror holding a golden crown and whispering in his ear a warning:   All Glory Is Fleeting.”

Eileen Light