I’m trying out a new group of bloggers who write about their life. It’s called “8 Minute Memoir”, and a prompt is given three times a week. Today’s prompt seems appropriate since the TV is on non-stop in our house.
This day our country followed a long tradition of changing presidents. Compared to many countries in Europe and Asia, we are still new at it, but we are reminded that this change came peacefully (if you don’t count the protesters in D.C.). Not everyone is happy with the selection we have, but I think that is likely true at every election.
Mostly, I think we are all glad the campaign is over, and the ugly “stuff” has diminished.
I’ve been watching the inauguration since I was in high school and saw Kennedy sworn in. There were plenty of warnings then about a Catholic being in the White House. Non-Catholics feared that Kennedy would force us all to be Catholics at worse and at best that he would follow the Pope no matter what.
Those few years became fascinating to most young people because the Kennedy’s were so photogenic, personable, and interesting. Then tragedy hit while I was in gym class, and we were glued to the TV again, watching our young president’s funeral.
Images remain with us, but our media has changed drastically since 1960. Who knows where it will go from here? But this fact remains: whoever lives in the White House needs our prayers, asking God to guide him and lead him in paths of righteousness.
I am thankful for
- the peaceful transfer of power.
- a country that protects the freedom to worship whom we please and how we choose.
- the promise in Romans 8 that nothing can separate us from the love of God – “. . .neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation (Romans 8: 38,39)