I write this on my birthday.
I was born on November 7, 1960, at the Jefferson County Hospital in Pine Bluff, Arkansas. That was a Monday, too. I was born the day before John F. Kennedy was elected President. Tomorrow voters across our great land will elect a President. If you're reading in this on the Monday it was written, then ... please vote.
I'll be shameless about this: if for no other reason then vote as a birthday present to me. I sincerely hope, my face crimson with embarrassment, that you will vote for far more important reasons than my birthday. God knows there are a gazillion more important reasons! But, whatever. If scribbling my birthday to the bottom of the list of real reasons will tip the scale and provoke you to vote then so be it. Just go vote.
If you're reading this on a later day then I hope you voted. If you did, thank you. If you did not, well, you should have. And yes, I do hope you feel guilty for not voting. Come on: it was my birthday! Once every 28 years my birthday comes before election day. How could you forget that? You can redeem your negligence in 12 years. The election falls on my birthday in 2028. Mark it down. Don't disappoint me.
What does this have to do with Philippians 2.5-11 and "Christ Who Dies"? Not a darn thing. My birthday and who sits behind the desk in the Oval Office is, really, not important. My birthday comes once a year and this will remain unchanged until either I die or the Lord Jesus Christ returns in glory. If the Lord tarries then I'll be another year older. Glad for it and I hope future observances results in happiness and good meals.
Elections and who sits where and is thus empowered to do this or that for a time: in our current circumstances these days come every four years. I take a rather jaundiced view. You may not. I do.
"Behold, the nations are like a drop from a bucket,
and are accounted as dust on the scales;
behold, He takes up the coastlands like fine dust.
Lebanon would not suffice for fuel,
nor are its beasts enough for a burnt offering.
All the nations are as nothing before Him,
they are accounted by Him as less than nothing and emptiness."
Kind'a humbling to our vaunted sense of national exceptionalism to find ourselves lumped in with the rest of "the nations." Dust? Us?
"Nothing and emptiness"?
Yep and more yep. Deal with it. God rules.
Figuratively, God in His sovereign power stands feet planted athwart the ravines and peaks of world history; nations rise and fall, powers come and go: God reigns in awesome majesty! Do you doubt this? Are you willing to say, "No, God does not rule over all times and all places and all peoples?" You may be willing to say that. I am not willing say that.
At the center of all time and history one event - one singular event - dwarfs all else. All else either gains or shrinks in significance relative to this one event. What is this one event? My birthday? A quadrennial election? Heavens, no!
Jesus - God the Son - broke the plane of eternity and entered our world, lived in humiliation as a servant and died on the cross as the atoning sacrifice for sin. God raised Him from the dead, eternally affirming our forgiveness in Christ and securing our salvation in Christ.
Loved ones, many events may rightly be considered as important in their day and worthy of our responsible diligence. Wisdom ought inform our stewardship of these "many events." Vote your conscience as God has given you freedom and opportunity to do so. Celebrate special days ... like my birthday or your birthday.
But, above all, make most important in your life what actually is most important to your life. And ... spoiler alert: it's not a birthday and it's not an election.
Christ upon the cross: the Savior slain for sinners!
Christ raised from the dead: King of kings and Lord of lords!