About 2 am on Election Day 2012, I crawled out of bed praying fervently that the news was better than it had been when I went to bed. I opened my laptop and on the screen was a picture of the Obamas, walking on stage as a family with the headline, "Four More Years." I wept bitterly, as you would over a terminal cancer diagnosis for a loved one. It was in that moment that I realized that we were not going to remain the shining city on the hill, the beacon of light and hope for the world - we were going to fall away (2 Thessalonians 3).
Up until that very moment, I believed that the United States would cease to be a player in the End Times because the Rapture would wipe us out. Who could have ever imagined we would be where we are today? When Obama was first elected, I was sick to my stomach. Speaking to my Sister the morning after, she confirmed that the Holy Spirit inside of her recoiled at the man, mine always has. I have never listened to a speech of his; he has been in the public arena since 2007 and have never been able to hear him without major warning bells reverberating through my spirit. The optimist in me hoped that it would be like the Clinton years and that the favorable press coverage would encourage the economy out of the downward spiral we were experiencing in the days after the crash. I was wrong.