How excruciating it must be for a candidate running for office to face his or her supporters and concede defeat.
Concede (v): to admit
Seriously, after months and months enduring a hard fought, nail-biting campaign, seeking to win a position of power, particularly the highest in the land, and then to raise a hand in surrender? Following that, to concede defeat with grace, sincerity and humility?
It’d feel like a first round, bell-ringing knock out.
I could so easily sit back in my comfy chair and offer a few sympathy clucks for the one who lost. Particularly after basking in the afterglow of my candidate’s victory speech. Until I realize that the Lord (of lords) would have me script a concession speech of my own.
“But I’m not running for office.”
“You desire My throne.”
The Lord has established His throne in heaven, and His kingdom rules over all. Psalm 103:19
Ah, yes, to be the one in control, the one with veto power. To know the nuclear codes and have my finger on the button should I deem it necessary to obliterate the enemy.
Humility doesn’t come easy. Some days it doesn’t come at all 🙁
Yet the Lord promises this:
If my people, who are called by My name, will humble themselves and pray and seek My face and turn from their wicked ways, then will I hear from heaven and will forgive their sin and heal their land. II Chronicles 7:14
God isn’t running for office. No need
I’m a welcome citizen of His kingdom, called to come humbly under His authority, to pray to Him, to seek His guidance and turn from my own agenda.
My concession speech? (Pause for throat clearing cough and mic adjustment)
I concede that You, God, are King of Kings and Lord of Lords. Any campaign to run against You is both ineffective and self-defeating. I seek to work with You, for You, and come under Your authority.
I owe You honor due the One Who maintains the highest office that ever has been and ever will be. And I seek to promote the message of unity and Peace to a very, very divided and self-absorbed people.
Blessed be Your Name, O Most High. And may God, er, You, bless, not just America, but this entire world that You so love.
If ever I find myself on God’s throne it’ll be because He’s taken me into His arms and held me close to His heart – without shifting in His seat to make room for my backside to squeeze into His sovereignly ordained space. ‘Cause I do humbly concede, God’s throne isn’t up for grabs.