What a festival of decency, sanity, and hope. What a relief. It feels like hostages have been finally released from a hijacked plane. A precious moment not to be taken for granted.
Exactly four years ago, on another inauguration day, on Friday, January 20, 2017, I wrote on my Facebook profile the following reflection:
“What shall I say at the end of the day? Let’s put it this way. Some of you might know the feeling: you are watching the inauguration and listening to the president’s speech, and this quiet voice within you keeps on telling you that something is very wrong, despite the fact that the name of the Lord has been invoked multiple times.
This blend of nationalism, craving after greatness and power through physical strength, exclusivism that borders with superiority, and all of these mixed together with claims that ‘God is with us’, and fervent prayers and supplications to God to make America into ‘the shining city on the hill’ – all of those are something that cannot have the approval of Heaven, regardless of all the prayers uttered today.
The Lord will not let us turn Him into a mascot of our private or national pride, ambitions and Interests. He will not let us treat Him as if we own Him. Today we witnessed a big act of worship, but I fear that we ‘offered strange, unacceptable fire before the Lord’. Lev. 10:1.
No, my friends, these are not the words of someone bitter towards America. These are the words of someone who empathizes with a multitude of Americans who know that our God is not a tribal god, and that He has only one ‘nation’ on this earth – his Church redeemed by the blood of Jesus; which is not geographically, ethnically or racially defined.”
I wrote this four years ago. But today, this was something else.
What a difference between the two men!
What a difference between the two occasions!
What a difference between the two inaugurations!