Pastor Steven Furtick

I’ve been fooling myself.  I’ve kind of been nodding along-“yeah, me too…” -as people complained that they couldn’t wait for the election to be over.
I thought I was sick of it, I guess, because I was supposed to be sick of it.

And now that it’s over, I miss it already.
Not just because I enjoyed it (which I did…more than I enjoy football or basketball really, because the results actually affect me).

But I’ve also learned and discerned a lot through watching the process unfold.
It was a fascinating case study in mass psychology, marketing, and branding.
It’s been a good exercise in analyzing the importance of inspiration against the value of ideas.

And maybe more than anything else, I’m inspired.
Whether or not I’m pleased with results, I’ll never tell.  That’s not my calling, priority, or platform.
But I saw some of the apathy that has characterized my generation begin to lift over the past few months.  And I’m inspired by that.
(Again, thanks for not reading too much into this.  I’m probably not suggesting what you think I am.)

And since the spirit of my generation seems to have been stirred by a political process which, on its best day, offers only a shadow of hope for change, I believe that this generation wants to believe.
The future is waiting to be created by the churches who will raise the banner of the true hope of the Gospel for a generation to believe in.
The stage is set to crush the apathy of a generation under the weight of the audacity of the Gospel of Jesus.