Whenever I write an article on Donald Trump, I’m sure to get a flood of responses asking me, “So, when are you going to admit you were wrong about him?”
This, however, means two very different things, depending on who is asking the question. For one group, it means, “Are you going to admit that you were wrong not to see him as God’s man for the job?” For the other group, it means the exact opposite: “Are you going to admit that you are wrong to see him as God’s man for the job?”
To be clear, then, I’m neither a defender nor an accuser of our president, neither his champion nor his critic. My goal is to be objective and redemptive, analyzing everything through the lens of Scripture, and doing my best to understand what God is doing in the midst of our chaotic world.
With that goal in view, let me tell you a story about a saintly old woman, totally destitute and dependent on her Lord. The application to President Trump should be apparent immediately.
As the story goes, this woman was out of money, had no credit and was without anything to eat in her little house. So she cried out to God in prayer, Lord, You know that I trust you, and You know that I love you, but I need a miracle now! I’m going to take a walk into town, and when I come back, I’m believing there will be groceries sitting right here on my kitchen table.
With that, she got up and left for her walk, trudging her way into town.