The presidential primaries are getting to be more fun than a church business meeting to decide on turning the multi-purpose building into a hockey rink “Can’t we all get along” has turned into a “can’t get a word in edgewise.” Jockeying in the biggest horse race in the land is taking a drastic turn for the verse. Split infinitives and split hairs are flying everywhere. He said, she said is the new political speak and we are the befuddled listeners. What’s worse is the fact that we’ve only just begun. A long season of rancor is blossoming like a Christmas Chia Pet in the Amazon forest.

Promises, premises, and presumptions have turned the airwaves into a dogfight to see who’ll be the predominate pooch. Whose word can you trust in a time like this? Ah, finally an answer! God sent the definitive word. One word, one solitary expression of every kept promise and every lasting premise: Jesus. And His quietest whisper to our hearts bear more assurance than the shouts of a thousand campaigners. A vote for Him really IS a vote for world peace. “In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God” (John 1:1 NIV).