President Bush our leader.....
This was the same man who came within a hair's breadth
of losing an election in November, who withstood the
political chicanery of the Florida Democratic
machine to fix the vote count.
This was the same man who admitted to having a
drinking problem in younger years, and whose
happy-go-lucky lifestyle led him to mediocre grades in
college and an ill-fated oil venture.
This was the same man who mangled syntax even more
than his father, and whose speaking missteps became
known as "Bushisms."
And on Friday, this was the man who bore the weight of
the world and the responsibilities of a generation
with dignity, class, confidence,
appropriate solemnity, and even much-needed wit.
One thing struck me during the campaign, that
difficult, roller-coaster campaign that now seems
years ago. It was that George W. Bush never seemed
to get ruffled. Whether the theft of a campaign debate
video or the sudden (some would say, vicious) release
of a DUI arrest two decades ago at a key moment,
"W" did not lose his cool. At times, his staff seemed
overconfident, as did many of us. A 350-electoral-vote
win, they quietly implied . . . and we optimistically
believed.
Then they counted the votes, miscounted others, and
re-counted still others.
At the end, he was still there. Whereas Al Gore almost
frantically huffed and puffed, trying to gin up
something out of nothing, Bush quietly but confidently
waited at his ranch. He didn't do nothing: that is the
mistake people have constantly made with this man,
confusing lack of bluster for absence of action. No,
his team of attorneys and the iron-willed James Baker
were carrying out his orders, but W stayed in the
background, confident and faithful.
You see, it is this faith business that confounded
everyone. We have had such actors and liars in public
office that we have looked skeptically whenever
anyone used the term faith.
But this was the same man who was the first politician
ever in recent memory to name Jesus Christ as the lord
of his life on public TV. Not an oblique reference to
being "born-again" or having a "life change." He said
the un-PC-like phrase, "Jesus Christ," to which his
handlers and advisors, no doubt, off stage, were also
saying, "Jesus Christ" in a much different tone.
God has a way of honoring those who honor Him. David
learned that while he was on the run from Saul's
armies. Job learned that after his time of horrible
tribulation. The Messiah said so Himself, many times.
So this was the man who actually put faith into
practice. He actually loves those who hate him. It is
a staggering concept, so foreign in daily occurence
that few thought it anything but grandstanding. Even
one of W's biggest supporters chided the President for
adhering to his "new tone."
Yet there he was, again and again, thanking the
Democrats. Appointing his enemies to high places in
his government. Inviting his former foes and their
wives to private movie screenings, and (I know, this
is hard to stomach) even treating them with dignity.
See, this was the man who learned early on
how faith worked: by praying for his enemies, you
"heap burning coals upon their heads."
This was the man who named the absolute top people in
national security and defense, then caught barbs from
the politically righteous that this one didn't have
the right views on abortion or that one didn't have
the right position on guns.
And on September 11, at mid-morning, this was the man
thrust into a position only known by Roosevelt,
Churchill, Lincoln, and Washington. The weight
of the world was on his shoulders, and the
reponsibility of a generation was on his soul.
So this same man---the one that the media repeatedly
attempted to tarnish with charges "illegitimacy," and
the one whose political opponents desperately sought
to stonewall until mid-term elections---walked to his
seat at the front of the National Cathedral just three
days after the two most impressive symbols of American
capitalism and prosperity virtually evaporated, along
with, perhaps, thousands of Americans.
As he sat down next to his wife, immediately I knew
that even if his faith ever faltered, hers didn't. I
have never seen a more peaceful face than Laura Bush,
whose eyes seemed as though they were already gazing
at the final outcome . . . not just of this conflict,
but of her reward in Heaven itself.
In this marriage, you indeed got two for the price of
one.
Then came the defining moment of our generation. Some
people fondly recall their Woodstock days. Others mark
with grim sadness November 22, 1963,as the day America
lost her innocence. But I firmly believe when the
history of this time is written, it will be knowledged
by friend and foe alike that President George W. Bush
came of age in that cathedral and lifted a nation
off its knees.
It wasn't so much his words, though read a decade
later, they will indeed be as stirring as any. This
conflict would end, he noted, ". . . at a time
of our choosing." It certainly wasn't his emotion.
What had to have been one of the most stunning
exhibitions of self-control in presidential history, W
was able to deliver his remarks without losing either
his resolve or his focus, or, more important, his
confidence. It was as if God's hand, which had guided
him through that sliver-thin election, now rested
fully on him.
His quiet confidence let our enemies know . . . and
believe me, they know. that they made a grave
miscalculation.
Now, this same man who practiced his faith through a
tough election, who steeled his convictions even more
in a drawn-out Florida battle, and who never once gave
in to the temptation to get in the gutter with his
foes (well, ok, maybe the "Clymer" comment is an
exception), this same man now lifted the weight of the
world and the responsibility of a generation and put
it on his modest shoulders as though it were another
unpleasant duty.
As he walked back to his seat, the camera angle was
appropriate. He was virtually alone in the scene,
alone in that massive place of God, just him and the
Lord. But that's the way it's always been in his life
recently.
In that brief time it took him to return to his seat,
I believe he heard words to the effect of, "You can do
this, George. I am with you always. And you can do
this well, because I am going before you. And don't
worry about the weight. I've got it." And I saw in his
eyes a quiet acknowledgement. "I know.
Thank you, Lord."
Back at his seat, when W sat down, George H. W. Bush
reached over and took his son's hand. The elder Bush
always struck me as a religious man, but not someone
who shared his life on a daily basis with the Lord.
George H.W. treats the Father like a respected uncle,
visiting Him on appropriate holidays and knowing the
relationship is real, but not constant. Anyway,I
believe that in that fatherly squeeze George H. W.
said, "I wish I could do this for you, son, but I
can't. You have to do this on your own."
W squeezed back and gave him that look of peace that
Laura had kept throughout. It said, "I don't have to
do it alone, dad. I've got help."
What a blessing to have a professing Christian as
President - one who is not ashamed to admit it!
Please take a moment after you read this to pray
for him - he truly does have the weight of the world
on his shoulders. Pray that God will sustain him and
give him wisdom and discernment in his decisions.
Make no mistake about it - the decisions he makes in
the coming days, weeks and months will literally
define the future of our country and the free world.
Pray for his protection and that of his family. After
you have prayed, send this to everyone on your e-mail
list. Our President needs Christians around the world
to be praying for him. As this makes the e-mail
rounds, eventually there could literally be people
praying for him 24/7!!
He needs it. God bless us all!
--- Author unknown
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