Now that the polls are closed in the great swing state of Ohio that I call home, I am more reserved than I was all day. Except for the counting, the re-counting, the hanging chads (electronic or otherwise), and the law suits that no doubt have already been drafted and need only be filed … what’s done is done. The winner has been picked and only needs revealed. As I, along with the nation, anxiously await the results, a thought struck me, not like a ton of bricks, but more like a whispered prayer.
The great miracle of history is how the God of the universe manages blessing in all situations. This is obvious in cases where good triumphs over evil. Yet the contradiction of the Cross demonstrates blessing even in the darkest moments of humanity.