Your kingdom is an everlasting kingdom, and your dominion endures throughout all generations. [Psalm 145:13 (ESV)]
He who is the blessed and only Sovereign, the King of kings and Lord of lords, who alone has immortality, who dwells in unapproachable light, whom no one has ever seen or can see. To him be honor and eternal dominion. [1 Timothy 6: 14b-16 (ESV)]
Carrying posters, displaying bumper stickers, wearing t-shirts, or hash tagging with the words, “He’s not my president!” changes absolutely nothing. After today, he is. How we voted, who got the popular vote, whether we’re happy or outraged, whether we have faith in him or not makes no difference. This is what we have for the next four years.
Putting politics aside, consider another head of state in whom many don’t believe—Jesus. Just as our new president’s reign is not limited to those who voted for him, Jesus’s dominion is not limited to Christians. He is the savior promised by God in the Old Testament—not just for Jews but for all of mankind. Descending from the royal line of David, Jesus was declared king at his birth. The fact that people rejected his kingship with His crucifixion and continue to deny Him today doesn’t mean He’s not in His rightful place of majesty and power. Believers and non-believers alike are all subjects in His kingdom. It is God’s world—He is the supreme power, ruler and authority!
In the political arena, we have elections and can voice our approval or disapproval of government at the polls. In four years’ time, there may be an entirely different group of people protesting a change in political regime. Moreover, in our democracy, to some extent, Congress and the Supreme Court can thwart a president’s plans and limit his reach. Things are much different in in God’s Kingdom. He has no term limits—the length of His reign has nothing to do with our belief or approval. It was His kingdom in the beginning, is now and forevermore will be. His plans can’t be thwarted nor His power lessened. No one and nothing can stop or impeach our omnipotent God Almighty. In Him is all power and authority.
These last few months, we’ve seen a tremendous amount of passion on both sides of the political fence with people trying to convince one another of the legitimacy or illegitimacy of our new president. Wouldn’t it be nice to see that sort of passion devoted to furthering the cause of the one true ruler of the universe? In the long run, whether or not we consider him our president is of little consequence—the identity of our King, however, is of eternal consequence. God rules all mankind and not just those who believe in Him. Whether or not we consider Jesus our King, one day we all will answer to Him!
With John’s purchase of his sporty new car, I thought I was done writing about Lynn Johnston’s comic strip For Better or For Worse and temptation. I’d forgotten all about Ted, John’s friend, who suggested a “spicy dish” and some “after hours recreation.” Shocked, John had said, “Your wife wouldn’t put up with you messing around!” Ted smugly replied, “Oh she suspects…The trick is—never let them know for sure!!” Six weeks after appearing in that comic, Ted reappeared in another one. When Ted grumpily refused a ride in John’s new car, John wondered if he’d gotten out of the wrong side of the bed. No longer smug, Ted dejectedly responded, “Doesn’t matter what side of the bed I get out on anymore…My wife left me.” I didn’t see that coming and, apparently, neither did Ted!

“Like sands through the hourglass, so are the days of our lives,” goes the introduction to the NBC soap opera Days of Our Lives. Since that show has aired more than 13,000 episodes since 1965, something tells me the show’s hourglass has been flipped over several times. While that hourglass keeps getting turned, the hourglass that numbers the days of our lives is glued to the table—once the sand runs through to the other side, it’s all over. Moreover, none of us have any idea how large our individual hourglass happens to be. The days of our lives are both finite and unknown.
When I was young, back in the 1950s, sex education pretty much consisted of some talk about bees pollinating flowers. Married couples on television didn’t sleep in the same bed and husbands always seemed completely surprised when wives announced a baby was arriving. As a little girl, I naively thought marriage (not intercourse) was what produced babies and that God put babies in a woman’s tummy once she was married.