I’m not usually interested in posting anything political, so I’m not going to. But where faith intersects Capitol Hill and teaching moments arise, obviously this blog will have something to say. At issue: what religion is Obama? There are a couple of reasons for the confusion among Americans over this subject.
1. We have bad information and are going on hearsay. It is possible. Ever have someone circulate a rumor about you? A damnable piece of gossip takes twenty-two men with fire hoses to put it out.
2. We hate the person so badly that we can’t see straight. That is possible as well. Obama has fierce detractors who can’t stand his skin or his politics. So they’re willing to believe anything about him. I’m wondering when someone’s going to start saying he’s responsible for the sinking of the Titanic.
3. This third possibility is my talking point: if someone is confused about what you are, is that necessarily their fault? Could it be that you are sending mixed signals? I thought this over last night, as the NBC nightly news reported that 18% of Americans wrongly believe the President to be a Muslim. I wondered what I would personally learn if I discovered that almost twenty percent of the people in the fringes of my life thought I was a Muslim. Should they be lambasted for their stupidity or should I sit down and think over what kind of testimony I have?
Yeh, I know. We didn’t elect a preacher. We elected a President. Who wants someone wearing their religion around on their sleeve? Well, maybe it shouldn’t be on the sleeve, but at least somewhere.
Let me ask you to consider, just as I considered for myself: do people know what you are? And have you given them a good reason to come to that conclusion?
I promise you this, at the end of this age in the Judgment, every professing Christian will suddenly want to be known as a full-out disciple of Jesus. “Not everyone who says to Me, ‘Lord, Lord,’ shall enter into the kingdom of heaven, but he who does the will of My Father in heaven” (Matt. 7:21). Doesn’t sound like something you’d want to leave vague, does it?