Called to Complain?

This post will be brief, but I feel it necessary as we collectively watch the peaceful transfer of power which is a hallmark of our nation and democracy. No matter which side you were on, as Christians, we have a responsibility now to pray for our leadership.

I urge you, first of all, to pray for all people. Ask God to help them; intercede on their behalf, and give thanks for them. Pray this way for kings and all who are in authority so that we can live peaceful and quiet lives marked by godliness and dignity. (1 Timothy‬ ‭2‬:‭1‬-‭2‬ ‭NLT‬‬)

Considering that Paul is telling Timothy to pray for the Roman authorities, who publicly and proudly persecuted and killed Christians, this could be considered a difficult command.

What we know is that God is sovereign over all. Nothing takes Him by surprise. We are not called to complain. We are called to pray.

Complaining about a situation or outcome we don’t like doesn’t change the situation. Prayer is what changes things. And sometimes prayer changes us. It certainly gives me peace in times of uncertainty.

So today as we witness this unique quality of our American democracy, don’t forget to pray for all of our leaders.

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