The Political World

Late into this evening, the reports were still coming into the news stations about the winners and losers of the political primaries in Super Tuesday. Like many of you, our whole family made the time to do our civic duty and vote.

While we were watching the returns on television, our weather alert radio went off warning us of storms in Tennessee, sweeping from west to east, with severe winds, and tornadoes in some parts of the state. As of now, we do not know how this might have affected any of our people in Tennessee, however, I was struck by an odd thought.

While the winds of political change (the buzz word of the day) are sweeping our nations, natural forces were sweeping our state. Regardless of which one of these events stirs your fancy, the thought came to me that there is one constant for which we can all be thankful.

Regardless of which political party rules, and no matter rain or shine, God Himself watches over those who love Him. He cares about us so much that He can't take His eyes off us....and which ever wind is blowing, God loves us! What a comforting thought. God bless.

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Pastor Milton Gordon said…

The "wind of the Holy Ghost is blowing here."

As I write this, Huntingdon is under the second tornado warning for this evening. The first one expired at 8:30 pm. The second one expires at around 11:30 - 12:00 midnight. My sincere prayer is that the "wind of the Holy Ghost continues here". . . . until we are saturated with the spiritual rain that Michael W. Smith sings about. . . .Let It Rain. . . .

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