I’ll never forget the way I felt the night Bill Clinton was elected. For a bit of context, I grew up in the height of the Moral Majority and the Reagan presidency. As a result, the Christianity that I experienced was one of heightened political awareness and involvement. I was not old enough to vote in 1992, but as a freshman in high school, I remember many political discussions in classes and around lunch tables. So, the night of the election, I remember watching the news coverage and hearing Clinton’s acceptance speech. I was pretty sure the world was coming to an end. The knot in my stomach left me wondering how in the world America could ever survive the certain doom toward which she progressed. I’m pretty sure that’s the way David was tempted to think in Psalm 11.