Voting for Nero

Emperor Nero

I don’t envy American voters right now. As much as I covet the perks of citizenship, the responsibilities of having to choose a President in this years’ election feel a bit like a bad meal on the show Survivor: a choice between roasted scorpion and BBQ’d slug for dinner… awful, but a girl’s gotta eat.

That the presidency has been so closely tied to identifying as Christian in the past makes things that much more complex. Certainly, at this stage I’m not persuaded that any of the leading candidates for either party have anything close to an authentic faith (not that I think being a Christian is necessary for public office. Character and competence? Yes. Christ-follower? Not necessary. Church and state are separate, after all.)

My heart goes out to Christian voters who are grieving their choices. These are less-than-ideal options, and as someone who will live under the reign of one of these officials, I know that I will also experience the effects of their policies in a tangible way. I’m more than a little concerned about what the future may hold for me as an immigrant, and a tax payer, and as a parent of American citizens.

But I can’t help feeling, too, that while this election spells trouble for the America, maybe it will also be really good for American believers. This election no longer allows us to draw a line in the sand and say “my faith says I should vote this way”, because the issues are so complex. Our faith says we should vote (be an engaged citizen, do our civic duty), but exactly HOW to vote is far more nuanced.

I think (I hope! I pray!) that this political climate could have some really healthy spiritual consequences. I just finished reading Mark Labberton’s short-but-powerful book Called, in which he explores the crisis and calling of Christians in our world today. What does God want from us? Why is our faith often so ineffective? How do we figure out what our priorities are, or should be?

Labberton argues that part of the reason the church is in crisis is that, in America, we have positioned ourselves in the wrong place theologically: we live and teach and pray as if we are living in the Promised Land (A place of blessing! We’ve arrived! We have been faithful and rewarded, and if “my people would just humble themselves and pray” He will pour out His blessing!) Consequently, we expect this country to be one with Christian institutions, Christian laws, and Christian leaders: a whole gamut of Promised Land blessings. I’ve seen more than one article comparing Trump to King Saul, and while the similarities are fascinating, it is also fascinating that the position of President of the USA is being compared to the role of King of God’s Kingdom.

Labberton says (and I agree) that we’re not in the Promised Land. Not yet, anyway. A better way for us to situate ourselves theologically is to see ourselves as believers in exile: we are Daniel in Babylon – honoring God, and serving within a system that is not our own, and seeking to exert godly influence there. We are the exiles, seeking the peace of the city we are in – for we will be here a while yet before we finally make it home to the place He has prepared for us. So settle down: plant a vegetable garden, figure out how to be faithful to God in a land-not-yet-your-own, seek your neighbors’ welfare and trust that here and now is not the end of God’s story.

I found reading Called to be surprisingly comforting. The absence of a godly leader does not mean that God’s plan is thwarted: we are not Israel living under a King. We are Kingdom exiles living under a foreign ruler, and while believers may occupy positions of influence and power in that realm– the fate of God’s promises doesn’t depend on these institutions.

The words of the New Testament are all the more salient to believers in these days when it feels like governments are populated by people like the Emperor Nero was: self-serving politicians with significant mean streaks. Nero famously “fiddled while Rome fell”: his cruelty and indifference to people’s suffering so pointedly demonstrating the moral decrepitude which characterized his reign.

This years’ election lineup looks like a bunch of Nero’s (or Nera’s?) to me. The South African government looks much the same, and it is disheartening sometimes to think that behind them are a long, long line of Nero-wannabes waiting to take their place should the head honcho tumble.

But we know that God’s purposes never depended on godly leaders being at the helm. It was to people under a hostile and indifferent government that the apostles wrote their letters about citizenship: honor the leader. Obey the laws. Pay your taxes. Show love to your neighbor. Pray for peace that you may live a quiet life and get on with what God has called you to do.

For it’s not as if we need a new Messiah to come and fix the mess of a system we’re in. We have a perfect King, already installed on the throne, and one day His Kingdom will be revealed. But for now? We live in exile, and no matter who is in power – NO ONE is stopping us from doing the work we were called to do right now: loving God, loving our neighbor. This post is not saying “our hope is not in politics, so withdraw withdraw withdraw!” This post is saying “our hope is not in politics, so engage engage engage… in the Kingdom work right in front of you.” 

This is what I’m trying to remember as I read all the heartbroken and angry reactions on my social media feed. We are in exile, living in the times of Nero. But Jesus is still on his throne, and he says that Greatness is about service and love to the least of these:

Jesus called them together and said, “You know that the rulers of the Gentiles lord it over them, and their high officials exercise authority over them. Not so with you. Instead, whoever wants to become great among you must be your servant, and whoever wants to be first must be your servant— just as the Son of Man did not come to be served, but to serve, and to give his life as a ransom for many. (Matthew 20:25-28)

If nothing else, maybe this year’s elections will remind the church which leader we’re ultimately putting our confidence in. Come what may, my vote’s on Him.

When loving there is easier than loving here

I’m thrilled to have Katie as a guest today! I wrote about Katie long, long ago when she and her husband Kevin were working in Nepal – and her blog Hope Engaged is so full of beautiful words, beautiful grace AND beautiful pictures. But, don’t take my word for it – you can get a sneak peak of her loveliness here….

katie cookHi friends! My name is Katie, and I am so grateful to be posting on Bronwyn’s blog today 🙂 I look further to getting to know you all more!

When Bronwyn first prompted me to think about “words that changed my world”, it only took a hot minute to realize the pinnacle of the sacred words that transformed the trajectory of my journey. And believe me, these words were transformational. Scary, actually, because they challenged the very mindset and behaviors I had lived with for many, many years. And this particular challenge came from the good Lord.

Let’s back up a bit….

You see, my husband and I grew up in sunny California, in a cozy suburb, spending massive amounts of time at the beach, going to Disneyland, eating Mexican food, attending church activities, etc. {ie: a wee bit insulated.}

By the time I had graduated college, I had traveled extensively abroad, and had done quite a bit of service and mission projects with the poor in other countries. But after each trip I returned “home” to the USA and comfortably slipped right back into my cozy suburb.

It was after a stint teaching English in Thailand that I moved back to California. And soon life began to revolve around me, not necessarily consciously, but most definitely by default. And that’s when I hard God’s voice loud and clear. He said to me,

“Katie, how can you love the poor in other countries, but fail to do so in your own country?”

I was rocked. Loud and clear, like a zinger to the heart. It was true. If my “love for the poor” was really love, a zipcode should have nothing to do with my action and lifestyle.

I was wrecked. I began to pray that God would displace me. That he would show me how I could tangibly love the poor in my own community. The problem was, as you can imagine from my upbringing, I didn’t know anyone who really fit that description. And really, you can’t google these things people! I was at an impasse, and I didn’t know which road to take. And thus began 5 months of crying out to Abba in desperation, asking for him to show me how to truly care for his people in my own backyard. {which included lots of ugly cries and confusion, but also great anticipation for God to truly overwhelm me with His divine plan!}


And then one day I heard of an organization working in an immigrant community a few miles from my house. I filled out an application to volunteer at the after school program. In the back of my mind I was thinking, “maybe if I volunteer for a year or so, they’ll let me possibly move into the neighborhood?” What happened next blew me away…

After my 20-minute interview was finished, a girl on staff with the organization (who I hadn’t even met yet) walked right up to me and asked if I’d like to move into the neighborhood. They had a spot in the girl’s house, and needed another roommate. I was dumbfounded. Literally, I think my tongue fell out of my mouth. I may have drooled. But it was epic.

And so with knees knocking, and all sorts of fear and stereotypes hanging in my mind of what my new home might be like, I moved into the barrio.

And it was wonderful, and hard, but mostly life changing.

My apartment was filled with cockroaches, mold, cracking cabinets, and, OH, did I mention a colony of cockroaches? There was graffiti on our garage door, and a gang that walked the streets.

But more importantly, my heart was filled with community, as I began to know my neighbors and their stories filled me with so much hope and courage. Little by little trust was formed, and histories shared, and laugher was heard, and soon tears on shoulders were had. And soon, best friends were made.


Allowing God to displace me in this neighborhood was one of the very best things that could have ever happened to me. In the five years we lived in the neighborhood, Kevin and I have opened our home to anyone who needed love. We’ve led workshops at the teen center, hosted Bible Studies, baptized high school students who were once lost in the darkness of drugs and abuse, and are now walking with Christ as their guide.

The bottom line is that the words God spoke to me changed everything. Kevin and I have realized that no matter where we live, or what we do for a living, the mandate to love, befriend, care and build relationship with the poor is Kingdom work that fulfills the deepest part of our souls. And we are so grateful for this lesson.



Katie hails from the sunny state of California, however has lived and traveled all around the world. Most recently Katie and her husband have returned from living in Nepal, where they worked with girls rescued out of sex-trafficking. Now back in their beloved California, she is pursuing her masters in marriage and family therapy, with the hope of going into cross-cultural counseling in the future. Katie is an avid reader and map collector, loves making new friends, and gets excited about how God is moving all around the world. Katie blogs about her life and travels at Hope Engaged.