In yesterday’s Life with Lynnie (LwL) entry, I wrote about how I felt that society in general is rather sinful in nature. After all, the majority in USA voted for someone who supports sin.
While some wouldn’t agree with me, others do. You are welcome to your opinion, just as I am, to mine.
I must say that when Mr. Obama first ran for presidency, I spoke up as I mentioned, yesterday. Instead of debating issues, some people called me racist.
After all, he is black and I am white.
I recall discussing this with many people, explaining that I am not racist. I am a child of God, who loves others. One, who stands up for what is Biblically correct.
Recently, for at least a week prior to this recent election, I saw postings made by some black friends, and by people who are friends of theirs. To me, they were disturbing.
Comment after comment, encouraged others to vote for Mr. O. Not because he was the right candidate for the position.
Not because they supported his platforms.
Rather, because… he was black. People claimed that other blacks should vote for him, because he is one of them.
At the time, I didn’t comment. I didn’t want to cause any disturbance, or create any division.
What I did say to a black friend from Africa, was that I found this upsetting.
After all, people weren’t asking others to vote for what was politically correct. Instead, they were voting for a person who was of their colour, even if it mattered not that he has supported sinful issues. Like gay marriage and abortion.
I asked my black African friend this question: How can someone call me racist for not agreeing with a political platform, yet they vote for someone because of their colour? In reality, aren’t these people the ones who are racist?
He replied that he agreed with me. And, he explained that had he been American, he wouldn’t have voted for Mr. O, either. Why?
Because he is a true born-again Christian, who wants to honour God. Like me.
I was reminded of Acts 10:30-35, “And Cornelius said, Four days ago I was fasting until this hour; and at the ninth hour I prayed in my house, and, behold, a man stood before me in bright clothing, And said, Cornelius, thy prayer is heard, and thine alms are had in remembrance in the sight of God. Send therefore to Joppa, and call hither Simon, whose surname is Peter; he is lodged in the house of one Simon a tanner by the sea side: who, when he cometh, shall speak unto thee. Immediately therefore I sent to thee; and thou hast well done that thou art come. Now therefore are we all here present before God, to hear all things that are commanded thee of God. Then Peter opened his mouth, and said, Of a truth I perceive that God is no respecter of persons: But in every nation he that feareth him, and worketh righteousness, is accepted with him.”
How grateful I am for God’s Word. How grateful I am that God is no respecter of persons. It matters not to him, who a person is, where they are from, or what colour they are.
What matters to God, is that we obtain salvation through Jesus Christ, and are obedient to Him, with full reverence and fear of the Lord.
Until next time…
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