One of the Things I Never Planned to Write

  There are very few things I have planned to never write about. Politics have always held a prominent place on that short list. When I was younger, I found them interesting, but as I grew older they lost their appeal. They are ugly and disgusting and personal. More often than not, I view them as a joke. This current election cycle, more so than others. It is hard to see Donald Trump running for president as anything but funny, that is until people who will actually vote for him make their presences in the United States known.
  It seems now, that I learned long ago not to put my faith in men. All the same, there are certainly times I hope that people will make the world a little less miserable. I did not think Ted Cruz would in anyway lead the country to greatness, I just wanted him to help it maintain the comfortable mediocrity it holds. When he dropped out of the election on Tuesday, I was surprised at how disappointed I was. That is probably because the thought that a human being as animal-like as Donald Trump exists make me want to throw-up. There is not a good word that deserves to be sullied by being attached to his name. In the face of his seemingly unavoidable presidency, I adopted the cynicism I so often hold when contemplating my country's fate. When you live on planet earth it is easy to just see life here.
  Then I listened to "After the Last Tear Falls" by Andrew Peterson that evening, and as so many of his songs do, it reminded me that there is more to life than politics, and that life is temporary. My hope is not here on earth in my country or government, or even in my family and friends. It is in the fact that God holds this broken, messy world in the palm of His hand. I cannot see what He is doing, but no matter how bad it may look to me, I know He is doing it for a reason. I can always trust that His reason is good. And one day, the brokenness will be mended, and God in all his goodness will reign supreme.