In my six-plus decades on planet Earth, I have never subscribed to the premise that God intervenes in the affairs of men. But after the Democratic convention, I started to give it a second look. That’s because the most qualified person, man or woman, ever to run for or be nominated for president by any political party was wiping the floor with the least qualified nominee ever. Ever! How did we progressives get so damned lucky?!
And then recently I heard, somewhere in the theological punditsphere, that God wanted Donald Trump to be president.
I felt I had to verify that, somehow.
So I put it to the Big Guy in this way: “Who do you want in the Oval Office, Trump or Clinton?” Not being familiar with protocols, I went with the direct approach.
Crickets.
Okay, fair enough, maybe I needed to be more specific. “If you want Trump, why are you letting him make such rookie mistakes? From his disastrous opening announcement to run for president all the way to the final debate, his consistent character traits include demonstrating repeatedly that he is unfit to hold the office, sabotaging himself and his campaign by sheer personal and political incompetence, and an unfathomable urge to take down the entire Republican party in the process!”
More crickets.
I cleared my throat and went for it. “On the other hand, if you want Hillary sitting in the Oval Office, why not go All-in and give her a majority in at least the Senate if not House as well?”
The crickets stopped.
My interpretation of that ensuing silence is that either 1) He had to think a moment about what “All-in” means, or else 2) that if He does in fact intervene in the affairs of men, He could not have sent the likes of me, admittedly somewhat of a stranger to such non-verbal communications with the Almighty, a clearer message.
I’m going with the latter, and November 8th can’t come soon enough for verification.