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Blessed Is He Who Comes In The Name Of The Lord

If I may be direct and honest with you, I was worried and distracted at Mass today. I won't make any bold predictions about my vocation(s), but I personally feel pulled toward public life. I have loved politics since before I can remember. I care about it; I was defending Richard Nixon's pre-Watergate contributions to our country in the 45 seconds before I walked into the cathedral this morning. This is who I am. I'm also a theologian of sorts, and at the very least, hopefully, I'm not boring.

So, like I said, I'm worried. I don't think the current front-runner for the Republican nomination for President of the United States is worthy of it. His character is not worthy of emulation, much less to merit serious consideration for such a high office. I don't find anything to soften that. I won't, unless instructed by Church authority that the Democratic nominee would, in their judgment, be worse.

But then we spoke the words we always do right before the priest begins to make the Eucharistic sacrifice: "Holy, Holy, Holy, Lord God of hosts! Heaven and earth are full of Your glory. Hosanna in the highest! Blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord!..."

I forgot to say the second "Hosanna in the highest!" It goes right where I cut off the quote. I got stuck right there: Blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord! That statement doesn't apply or belong to Donald J. Trump, Marco Rubio, or any others. I say that as someone who is dismissive of those who yell out, "Jesus is King!" in every discussion, because the truth often is, they don't know enough or care enough to contribute. But Jesus really is King. Politics is not irrelevant to our lives, imaginary, or any such thing. But in the ultimate sense, the politics is settled. Remember what Jesus started with when He commissioned his apostles: All authority in Heaven and on earth has been given to me. I am moved right now upon reflection of this truth. If you will pardon the cleverness, Jesus has all the delegates.

Jesus, I trust in You!
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