He had always taken an interest in politics, and had been an ardent supporter, as far as lay in his power, of the party which he believed to be on side of law and order, but this year, how could he?
He had learned what it was to be dead and risen with Christ; he was standing for a rejected Master, a cast-out King: how could he vote?
They pressed him. “You have always voted,” they urged. But he repeated his refusal; and then his wife interposed:
“It is of no use your asking him,” she said. “I will tell you what he told me this morning. There was a great friend of his once whom they would not have. They crucified Him, and sent Him back to heaven, and so my husband will never vote again.”
Finding they could not prevail on our friend, the canvassers left him, not very well pleased at the ill-success of their errand.
In years gone by he had been of great use to them in inducing others to side with him, but now it was all at an end, for his politics, his interests, his hopes were in heaven, where his Lord had already gone, and where he too is soon going; and he does not wish now to have any voice in the politics of the land he is leaving behind.
Fellow-Christian, will you ponder the thought a little? You are not of this world, you do not belong here; your Master is not here. O! which side do you take? Do you side with the world? Then you are against Christ, for He says,
May He give you to stand faithfully for Him alone, confessing His name, knowing assuredly that if you do, He will confess yours before His Father and before the angels.