Candidate

I know it’s the eleventh hour and all that, but I may have found my presidential candidate.  I found an envelope pushed under the church’s front door with “To Pastor” scrawled on the envelope.  After bemoaning yet another abuse of the Biblical term “pastor” (Ephesians 4:11 — a church overseer, not an evangelist or a teacher, terms which are noted separately), I opened it up.  Turns out, he wants to feed hungry people, give shelter to the homeless, and especially “put God back into America.”  He also despises the two main candidates, and he pledges to overturn same-sex marriages and to stop abortions.

I have my doubts, though.  The “speech” he is “presenting to other churches around the Country” is about 400 words long and full of crimes against proper syntax, grammar and punctuation.  He gives no bona fides, no experience, no credentials, no references, no website, not even a photograph of himself kissing a baby underneath the flag.    Oh, and he forgot to include the phone number for his campaign manager; he had to scribble that in by hand.  (Call between 9 and 5; this campaign apparently takes evenings off.)

Frankly, I’m having trouble taking his candidacy seriously.

But as you wonder whether this sort of candidate would be preferable to the ones who will actually be on the ballot, ask yourself what sort of “heaven candidate” you would make.  Do your neighbors know where you stand on issues such as morality (Romans 1:26-27), honesty (Ephesians 4:15), holiness (1 Peter 1:15), and growth (2 Peter 3:18)?  Can they count on you to shine brightly in a dark world (Ephesians 5:11)? 

Are you a breath of fresh air, or just more of the same old stink?  Inquiring minds want to know.