To be the US President...or Not

When I was younger, I had a desire to become the US President.  Best I can figure, the only reason I had any interest in that, is because of the power in entailed.  I had a fear of a variety of potential global issues, and I thought that was the only way to gain control over them.  For example, if the Anti-Christ showed up, I would just send the Navy SEALS after him.  Part of it was a fear of government control, after reading about things the Nazi's did and such.  Being in charge would be an effective way of ensuring that the government didn't overstep its bounds. (Ironically, the government controls the life of the President in more detail than any other person in the country.)

In case it is not obvious, I will not become the US President, at least not in this lifetime.  Even if I wanted to, the media does a pretty thorough investigation of potential candidates, and I believe no one would make it that far without a few things to hide.  I have very few of those potential issues in my past, but I am unwilling to hide those things that are there.  Some are actually sinful, while others are merely politically incorrect.

Shortly after my arrival at a conservative Baptist Camp during my last trip, the dinner conversation turned towards the possibility of overt miracles and healing.  I voiced my opinion that they are not only possible, but happen more frequently than most people recognize.  Asked if I had ever seen one, I answered "not overt things like that," thinking primarily in terms of healing.  It later occurred to me that that statement wasn't technically true, and while I wanted to address that oversight later, I was never able to steer the conversation to that topic again.

In reality, I have seen the cloud of the glory of God, as it is described numerous times in the Old Testament.  It happened on three separate occasions, and not just fleeting glances, but I spent an hour at a time staring up at it at close range.  I was looking around for any alternate explanation for what I was seeing, and asking myself: “is this really happening, right here, right now?"  I asked my friend next to me to describe what she was perceiving, to make sure that it was the same thing.  How ironic if we had all been in awe, each seeing something totally different, and being totally unaware of that fact.  She described it the same as I was seeing it, a streaming pillar of swirling gold, "falling" up instead of down.  I was obviously in the presence of God, but since I truly believe I am always in God's presence, that idea didn't phase me as much as it could have.  I wasn't afraid of what I was seeing, nor overwhelmed by power and glory, or anything like that.  I mostly was praying, asking God the logical question of: "what are you trying to tell me or teach me through this phenomenon?" but with no clear answer.

So I guess I can shutter the doors of the Presidential campaign I started in Kindergarten.  Our society is not going to elect someone to an important office who is totally crazy. (Hopefully)  And most people in the US have no structure under which to fit that story, besides the "crazy" pile.  That's before I mention that I prayed over a body, looking for fulfillment of a prophesy that I would someday raise the dead.  That was specifically prophesied to happen in a literal sense, not a metaphorical one, and without any precursor miracles or healings leading up to that event.  The idea kind of scared me, since it presupposes that I will be directly dealing with death, which is something I would rather avoid.  But being able to raise the dead would be a useful skill if I was President.  (It might even get me re-elected;)