If my hands feel this dirty, it must be Election Day


Finally, it is Election Day.

Finally, it’ll all be over by nightfall.

Finally, the worst national election in my lifetime will reach a torn and filthy finish line with the selection of the most unpopular President in modern US history.

Pick your side. Either side. Whatever your choice, the charges against your candidate are true. There are hidden e-mails, undisclosed tax returns and charges of scandal and cover-up. On both sides, those yelling at the other side can’t seem to see the hypocrisy of charging an opponent with the same sins of which he or she is also guilty! Or perhaps, as I’m afraid, they don’t even care about the hypocrisy.

Now I’ve got to vote. I’ve put it off as long as I could. Maybe you’ve already voted. Maybe you’re even excited about one of the last two candidates standing.

Not me. I want to wash my hands of the whole thing. But if that bit of symbolism didn’t work for Pilate, I doubt it’ll work for me.

So today I will sing.

I will sing of the greatness of God. I will sing of the amazing qualities of grace. I will sing of the 10,000 reasons I have to let it well up within me: “Bless the Lord, o my soul!”

Here’s the deal. Political leaders come and go. Unless you are a most unusual American, you can’t even name more than a handful of US Presidents. And on each election day, the choosing of all 43 Presidents seemed to be critically important to the people making the choices. Sometimes those election days seemed to harbor a coming Armageddon.

So far, we’re still waiting on the end of the world.

One day in the future, another generation of Americans may have trouble remembering this election. They certainly will not remember the stress many of us feel today.

But on that day, God will still be great. Grace will still be amazing. And those who know this will still be singing, “Bless the Lord, o my soul, and all that is within me!”

For as He has always been, He always will be. He is the same right this moment. Today, our God is worthy of our worship.

Knowing this, I am inviting you to join the chorus.

“How great is our God! So sing with me … How great is our God, and all will see how great, how great, is our God!”