Dear Lord,
Please give the president, and everyone who exercises state authority, as much of Your wisdom as they can handle, because so many seem to need it so badly.
Please give the rest of us wisdom too, so we can choose them well when we have the opportunity.
Please help us be strong and brave, so we don’t panic or despair in these weird times.
Help us remember our many blessings, as not only do we have so much food that most of us are watching our weight, we have clean water to drink [may be omitted by residents of Flint, MI], to say nothing of beer, wine, juice, milk, and soda; floors that aren’t made out of dirt, an absence of regular plagues and invasions, electricity to serve us, the internet to entertain us more thoroughly than David and Solomon ever dreamed (albeit without the concubines), and, in general, so many conveniences that your ancient servants the Bible speaks of must think we’re a bunch of whiny snowflakes who need to be dope slapped upside the head for ever complaining about anything at all.
You rock!
Dear Sis,
Whereas
Trump is far from perfect, much as the depths of the sea are far from the most distant stars;
God may have promised to carry His people home from the ends of the earth on eagles’ wings, but you still drive home from the supermarket;
If God wants us to so completely rely on Him that we don’t think or do anything to help, why are we even here?
He’s busy sustaining the universe, so it’s only polite to meet Him halfway;
Let’s trust in the Lord so we don’t freak out, but vote, protest, and agitate as much as we can, with prudence, justice, and love.