I’m not a fan of politics. I don’t think this world is run by the people on tomorrow’s ballot, and I don’t have to guess who does run it, because the Bible names him.
When the devil took Jesus up into a high mountain and showed Him all the kingdoms of the world, he made Him an offer: “All this power will I give thee, and the glory of them: for that is delivered unto me; and to whomsoever I will I give it.” (Luke 4:6) Jesus refused the trade without disputing the claim. Later He gave the devil a title, “the prince of this world” (John 14:30). Paul called him “the god of this world” (2 Corinthians 4:4). John said it flat: “the whole world lieth in wickedness.” (1 John 5:19)
So I don’t expect a ballot to fix the world. Wednesday morning, half the country will wake up sick and the other half will wake up relieved, and most people in both halves will have put their hope in the same wrong place.
Somebody at your kitchen table is going to watch your face when the results come in. Your kids will, and so will your husband or your wife. They’ll learn more about where your hope lives from that face than from anything you’ve told them about God.
The Bible already told you where it can’t live:
“Put not your trust in princes, nor in the son of man, in whom there is no help. His breath goeth forth, he returneth to his earth; in that very day his thoughts perish.” (Psalm 146:3-4)
Every name on that ballot belongs to someone who is going back to the dirt, and their plans go with them. The next verse tells you where hope does live: “Happy is he that hath the God of Jacob for his help, whose hope is in the LORD his God.” (Psalm 146:5)

