Unexpectedly, tears filled my eyes as I looked upon that old, weathered, presidential chair. Worn, stiff, faded, it was just an inanimate object, but as I stood in that 200-year-old study, window overlooking the Potomac, I could sense the life that once sat there.
World on shoulders. Heavy weight. There were so many depending on him to fulfill his appointed task, and there was also the One, who watched to see if he would choose to say yes. It was the hard thing, but the right thing, and so he stepped forward and filled the space that had been carved out for him to fill before the foundation of the Earth.
He did not walk on water, no, but he did trust in the One Who does. He was not perfect, but he stood for goodness and exemplified meekness...extreme power....controlled. Where are our General George Washingtons today?