Everyone born of God overcomes the world. This is the victory that has overcome the world, even our faith. Who is it that overcomes the world? Only he who believes that Jesus is the Son of God.” 1 John 5:4-5
He was running for county commissioner. A long time ago when I was about ten years old, I had my first and only encounter with political campaigns. Somehow, and I have no idea how, my Momma got involved with the campaign to elect a guy named Bill Basford as county commissioner. And, when Mom jumped in—she jumped in all the way. That meant a couple of things.
First, and totally embarrassing, was this thing they put on our car. We were pretty much not rich, in fact, I’m sure we weren’t even middle class. We drove a 1957 Plymouth and let’s just say 1957 was a long way in the rearview mirror. Anyway, back in those days if a person was running for office, they had these triangle shaped signs that people strapped to the top of their cars. Now if it had been a little triangle that wouldn’t have been nearly as embarrassing, but this thing belonged on the sands of Egypt with the rest of the Pyramids. It was HUGE. It loudly proclaimed, “BILL BASFORD FOR COUNTY COMMISSIONER.” We would drive around and advertise for Bill.
That wasn’t all. We also had to go door to door asking people to vote for Bill. We covered our neighborhood like the plague of locusts that cleaned out Egypt. I am certain people saw us coming and quickly closed their blinds and pretended they weren’t home. It turns out that was just practice for when I became a preacher. By the way…I know you are in there. We also had a big supply of bumper stickers which we would gladly stick on your car. When you’re ten, you like to stick things on things, so I liked that part—a lot.
Well, election day came, and Momma waited for the big news. Either by television or by telephone we got the word that Bill had won, and they invited Momma to come downtown to the headquarters to celebrate. Like Ma and Pa Kettle we (as in Daddy, Momma, my two sisters and I) got in the 1957 Plymouth and off we went. I only remember a couple of things about the celebration. There was loud music, there was free food and there was a bar. My daddy went over, and I saw him get something to drink and I don’t think it was sweet tea. The reason I remember that is because if Daddy wasn’t a teetotaler, Momma was.
So that was it. Momma was excited because her guy won. She didn’t get a political appointment or anything, but we did have a bunch of bumper stickers leftover to stick on things. But the best part of all was that our guy won. Winning is always a good feeling. Everyone wants to be on the winning side. Every contest has winners and losers. Like the song says, “Some gotta win, some gotta lose. Good time Charlie’s got the blues. Well, your name might not be Charlie, but maybe you’ve got the blues. And I’m not talking about any election results.
If the truth be known, life can be pretty blue, can’t it? And sometimes, it is because we lose…our health, our job, our family, our house, well, lots of things. But I want to tell you something that is really important. There is Someone who never loses, and His name is Jesus. If it was an election…He would win every time. If it was a game…He would win every time. If it was a war…He would win every time. If it was a debate…yup, He would win every time. Do you want to know the best part? Keep reading.
Remember how mama got invited to the big celebration downtown? Well, if we are willing to place our faith and trust in Jesus and follow Him, two amazing things happen. First, because He wins, we win. In a way, when Bill Basford won—Momma won. And when we choose to follow Jesus, because He wins—we win too. The Bible says, “Everyone born of God overcomes the world. This is the victory that has overcome the world, even our faith. Who is it that overcomes the world? Only he who believes that Jesus is the Son of God.” Then, the party starts. Sometimes people think heaven is going to be one long boring church service. Nothing could be further from the truth. It is going to a celebration like no other…like a party without end. And while we won’t be the center of attention—that’s Jesus’ place—we will be guests of honor. How about that?
I don’t really know how things turned out for Bill Basford, but I suppose he was a good commissioner. I also know it made my Momma feel pretty special to be a part of his campaign. She felt included—we felt included. We may have driven an old 1957 Plymouth but on that night with Bill’s name on the top, it felt like a Cadillac. Jesus invites you to be a part of His campaign team too. He’s not running for anything—He is already King of Kings. But there’s one thing for sure, He loves to invite people to come along for the ride. He hopes, and so do I, that you will join Him. When this campaign is over, we are going to celebrate Him forever. Until then, He’s got this. Bro. Dewayne
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