Here’s why I’m voting for Biden.

“Tolerance is NOT indifference. You might be appalled at the other person, but you’re respectful to them. Humility is NOT that you don’t believe you’re right but that you know the limits of what you can prove and you also know that you’re always going to learn by listening. And patience is NOT saying ‘I’m going to put up with evil’ but what it is saying is I’m not going to be too quick to posit motives and say, ‘you must be an evil person; you must be a hostile person.’

So whoever can muster those kind of virtues, that’s what we need in the public square.” – Tim Keller

God help us be at peace as we enter into election day and as we agonizingly wait for the results, no matter what.

I am pro-life from womb to tomb. Neither major presidential candidate qualifies as pro-life in this way. However, I have seen four years of Trump fostering divisiveness and indecency in this country and promoting a dangerous level of egoism and nationalism that isolates our allies and promotes the belief that Americans are better than everyone else. I believe that to allow Trump four more years of leadership would destroy the moral fibers of our country, as some would argue it already has. Of course, we needn’t be surprised by this. This world is not our home. Still, we are called to hold politicians and other leaders on this earth to standards that reflect the Kingdom of God.

Biden is far from perfect. I despise his pro-abortion policies and will fight them if he takes office. His character, though I would argue is far more Christ-like than Trump’s on the whole, has some glaring weaknesses. However, I’m now going to highlight my reasons for why I voted for him. Why am I sharing publicly? Because I want you to know that voting for Biden is not a vote against Christianity nor is it a vote against the unborn. Real Christians are voting for Biden. Real Christians are voting for Trump. Real Christians are voting third party, or not voting at all.

Here are some of my reasons for voting for Biden.

1. He has proved himself to be a leader who has humility, one of the most important traits for a leader in my opinion. (I recall a terrible law that he voted for that he continues to apologize for now and desires to make amends for)

2. He is a leader with decency. He treats everyone with far more respect than Trump: disabled people, veterans, people of color, LGBTQ+ people, and anyone else on the margins. I believe character of the highest representative of the United States is actually at least as important as policies. John Piper agrees.

3. He is a leader with compassionate policies for those Christians are called to have compassion for (the immigrant, the poor, widows, etc.) See Isaiah 58:6-11.

4. Though I despise his pro-abortion policies, I know that even if Roe v. Wade is overturned, states still have the right to decide the terms of abortion, and so abortion is most effectively fought at the state level. It is also a complicated issue that requires a comprehensive solution. Most importantly, it requires everyday citizens to form real relationships with moms who are considering abortion. It involves not treating them like projects, but like the valuable people that they are. It means advocating for them body, mind, and soul. It means fostering and adopting children. It means helping single moms find childcare and a job with a livable wage. Yes, it means all this and more. On the whole, I believe Biden’s policies actually fight more comprehensively against abortion than Trump’s do. More on this here.

5. He listens to scientists in regards to the coronavirus, climate change, and other matters of global importance.

6. He acknowledges that systemic injustice is a reality in America, and that unity and justice must be fought for, in words and in action.

7. Trump’s second term agenda is kind of pitiful (also notice that eliminating pro-abortion policies does not make the list). Biden’s agenda is well-thought out, strategic, and advocates for the most vulnerable among us, which I value more than even my personal freedom. See Philippians 2:1-11.

I don’t believe that is a comprehensive list of why I’m voting for Biden. Nonetheless, they are some of the major points.

Some of my readers may be voting for Biden for similar reasons. Others may be voting for Trump for a multitude of reasons. Perhaps your conviction is to vote third party, or not to vote at all this year. Regardless, I encourage you to be involved in all of the “major issues” that are addressed in this and every election. Show you care by loving the people that are affected by coronavirus, homelessness, unjust incarceration, police brutality, abortion, discrimination. Lay down your lives for those who believe differently than you. Look for where you agree. Make clear your disagreements, but with passion free from emotional or intellectual assault and pride. Be tolerant, humble, and patient as Keller describes above. It is the only way forward; and only Jesus can provide it to our partisan, divisive human hearts.

Now go vote.

#election2020

3 Ways Peace Jesus Gives Differs from Peace the World Gives

Peace

27 Peace I leave with you; my peace I give to you. Not as the world gives do I give to you. Let not your hearts be troubled, neither let them be afraid.

John 14:27

Many times throughout my life, I have wondered how people of different faiths (or people who claim to have no faith at all) can seem to be living in such peace when their life comes crashing down all around them. If Christ is the true source of peace, why are there times when I feel devastatingly anxious and in the very same circumstance, someone who does not believe in God is able to move forward in confidence?


Biological influences aside, I’ve often assumed there must be some major flaw in my faith. Obviously, I am not trusting God enough, because the Gospel is not propelling me towards peace in the instant I experience pain or grief.


I no longer believe this is true. Believing in Jesus does not mean you will automatically have a leg up on feeling at peace in adverse circumstances.


Then what IS the difference between peace that Jesus gives and peace that the world gives? Here are three ways I think they differ.

  1. The world’s peace is temporal, Jesus’ peace is eternal.


    I don’t know anyone who would disagree with the statement that we live in a culture of immediate gratification. It is what feeds our addictions, greed, complacency, lust and more. The world’s offer of peace says that if you are a single person and you’re lonely and you want to feel wanted, go hookup with someone, watch porn, masturbate, or realize your own self-sufficiency to cope. Jesus’ offer of peace says to that same person, run to Jesus and to the body of Christ for comfort instead.


    If I’m honest, the first option sounds a whole lot better because it gives immediate satisfaction to my desires and brings a temporary peace. But the truth is, the second option will give me more of a long-term sense of well-being. The world’s peace is wonderful at masking symptoms. Its the most amazing painkiller. Jesus’ peace, on the other hand, offers surgery for the deeper issues of the heart. Its less pleasurable, but more effective. And at the end of this age, the peace of Jesus will be forever sustained. The peace of the world will show its true worth and be blown away like dust.

  2. The world’s peace relies on the power of self, Jesus’ peace relies on Jesus.What is the world’s best response to suffering? Suffering happens to everyone. Make the most of it by taking care of yourself and thinking positively. Jesus’ answer is quite a contrast. The focus shifts from self to God. “In this world, you will have trouble,” He says honestly. “but take heart” –why?!?–“for I have overcome the world.”


    Who overcomes?


    Not circumstances nor positive self-talk. Not even gratitude or praise or trust in God (though these things can be immensely helpful in providing proper perspective and can certainly bring comfort and give glory to God)! The peace Jesus gives is based solely on Himself. This means that, if you are a follower of Christ, you have peace whether you feel like you have it or not. You have peace even on your most terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day (Alexander, anyone?) because it is not dependent on your effort. If nothing else in life is well, it can still be said, “it is well with my soul.” When everything falls apart, the world does not have that reassurance.

  3. The world’s peace strives to find purpose in suffering, Jesus’ peace is a free gift in the midst of suffering.


    “At least you can let this tragedy motivate you to help others in similar situations.” You hear this sentiment from Christians and non-Christians alike. So, what’s the difference? If we are not destroyed by it, all of us tend to clamor to find meaning in suffering. This is a noble desire that speaks of the wonder and resiliency of the human spirit. The difference, however, is how one finds meaning in suffering. The world shoulders all the responsibility of forging meaning on human effort. What a terrible burden!


    In contrast, Paul says, “all things work out for good to those who love God and are called according to His purpose.” We certainly have a responsibility to act (we are called according to His purpose), but we are not alone. We are in partnership with the God of the universe and with the body of Christ, where the power of God also dwells. “If God is for us, who can be against us?” There is a strength behind Jesus’ peace that, even when no meaning can be found in a particular pain, has the capacity to stand firm in the knowledge that God is surely working for my good behind-the-scenes of life.

 

Jesus, the Enlarger of Hearts

It sounded like I was walking on Pringles. The tightly-packed snow, sitting above a layer of freezing rain, crunched with every step. Twenty-four hours was too short a time to spend here; in God-terms, the time was just enough.

I woke up in the fishing-hut-converted-spiritual-retreat-cabin with the sound of silence pressing on my ears. Dozens of acres were all solely mine and God’s to enjoy. A stirring in my soul prompted me that it was time to take a walk. We had already established that the time I spent at this place was for the purpose of finding peace in Christ. I was ready to go and do what He would have me do.

18 “Come now, let us reason together, says the Lord:
though your sins are like scarlet,
    they shall be as white as snow;
though they are red like crimson,
    they shall become like wool.
19 If you are willing and obedient,
    you shall eat the good of the land;
20 but if you refuse and rebel,
    you shall be eaten by the sword;
    for the mouth of the Lord has spoken.” 
Isaiah 1:18-20

Today held my decision. I’d had quite enough of refusing and rebelling. I had never imagined it would have taken me this long, but oh – no one had told me how satisfying this food could be. All advised, “it will not last, it will not satisfy,” but au contraire, it filled me to the brim. I could gorge all day on the sweetness of its taste. If it made me feel a little sick, so what? That would go away in time, to be left with hunger again that could be beautifully and slavishly satiated. Some call it the cycle of addiction. I call it the cycle of satisfaction. They are, of course, one and the same.

I had made my home in the dumpster, both queen and slave of my own miserable, beautiful kingdom. My stomach longed to be filled with the richest of foods, but the forbidden fruit was realistically getting further and further away. Where once all I had to do was reach up and twist it off from the branch, I would now have to make a deliberate, anxiety-ridden trek to the tree, all the while fueling my bitterness and rage and sorrow to such a degree that I would eventually crash into apathy – and then, at last, I would take what was rightfully mine. I was almost ready to do it, too. Hardened by war, I had become a soldier ready to die.

But true Love will not allow its child to live forever in the refuse of this world, and it will do anything to prevent us from dying for our own personally-crafted gods.

It was thus I entered my spiritual retreat, returning from my war in the garbage dump as queen, slave, and soldier. It didn’t take long before I realized how very much I’d changed. I had wrestled with God and emerged with a terrible limp. I had fought my battles with this so-called handicap and by the grace of God had emerged alive each time – and the scars became my daring exploits of narrow escapes and crippling losses and victorious turning points where the love of God had been my bullet-proof vest all along, that the wounds I would receive would not be fatal, though many parts of me would die.

Walking along the snow-covered path around a lake, I was prompted to stop at various places to surrender different parts of my life: my work, my friendships, my family, my deepest desires . . . I thought it would have been more difficult, to be honest. But it was then that I realized I had already gone through the worst of it. Indeed, I had already died. God had already knelt down on the battlefield and breathed life into me and said, “Go and sin no more.”

All that was left now was to get up from the dust and start walking.

And so, at times crying and at other times laughing, I talked aloud with God, releasing my firm grip on all the people and things I so cherished, everything in which I’d placed my hopes and dreams of fulfillment thus far.

His Kingdom, my kingdom.

Both had always been there. For so long, I could not escape the first, yet I did not want to leave the second, so I scrambled to live in both. No matter how hard I tried, I had found that God would not bow to me and to my disordered loves. Long had I professed that my one goal was to love God and love people well – and long did I try to convince him of this.

I just want to love, I just want to love, damn it, I thought you were Love – just let me love!

Mercifully, perhaps my greatest revelation was brought to life in Till We Have Faces, a myth re-told by C.S. Lewis. Through this story, I finally was able to admit to myself that my greatest desire to love another person holistically was in fact a selfish desire to have someone who is mine, someone who I can comfort and cherish in boundary-less, obsessive infatuation.  I long to be someone’s savior, and to invite them to be mine. But it is not my place to have anyone. It is not my place to claim anyone as wholly mine, no matter how gentle and comforting and seemingly loving are my intentions. There is only one Savior, and it is not me. If I tried to step into a role I was not created for, it would only bring destruction in the end. Crossing the line and taking the forbidden fruit and living a love I have defined as good would only lure myself and the person I claim to love away from true Love, and that would be the greatest tragedy of all.

And so, my surrendering this weekend was really a plea to turn every part of my life from tragedy to triumph. It is only God who can do such things, and far more abundantly than I could ever imagine. I will still struggle with bitterness, envy, anxiety, and a countless number of other things in this journey as well as others. I am confident of this. But I am also confident that “I will run in the way of your commandments when you enlarge my heart!” (Psalms 119:32).  My dependence on Him has been solidified only through this great and painful and glorious daily journey of Him enlarging my heart.

As Simon Tugwell puts it,

“The gift which God makes of himself in this life is known chiefly in the increase of our desire for him. And that desire, being love, is infinite, and so stretches our mortal life to its limits. And that stretching is our most earnest joy, but it is also our most earnest suffering in this life. So those who hunger and thirst are, even now, truly blessed; but their blessedness is that of those who mourn.”

Jesus, the Enlarger of Hearts, invites us to come along with Him on the journey. I encourage and entreat you to do the same. Dare to delve deep into your minds and hearts. Question everything. Start from scratch. Be honest. Be enraged. Be mournful. Be hopeful. Be humbled. Be in community.

Be whole-hearted, desire-driven truth-seekers.

The journey will stretch you. It will stretch you further than you think you can bear, but remember, the stretching is to make room for the greatest Love of all.