There is just nothing like a good parade!
We love to be on the winning team, to stand behind our candidate!
We show our support, hoot, holler, argue for, proudly wave a flag.
Those who speak to our point of view, who share our vision, our hopes. Those who are able to quell our fears. Those who will subdue our enemies, those who give us the security we need, the power, the affirmation that we are right! Boy, it feels good to discover there is a whole crowd cheering with us, doesn’t it? To heck with the rest.
“Blessed is the king who comes in the name of the Lord!” (Luke 9:38)
But what happens when the one we hoped for doesn’t quite measure up? What happens when the plan we had hoped for, trusted in, cheered for, waved a flag for doesn’t pan out?
What happens when you are not the person I want you to be, when you are not an object confirming my universe.
Well I know what I do.
We create a world and god in our image. Everyone and everything becomes a reflection of what I want them to be. Even the scriptures become the voice of my point of view. Don’t we love proof-texting our position? Hey, I’m willing to follow, but as long as it is according to my liberated understanding and doesn’t ask me to let go of my precious beliefs, aspirations, and righteousness. He’s on my side anyway.
After all the hoopala, by Friday of next week, nobody will be left standing with him, nobody, not one.
I know, because I am the first to cut and run.