It's a privilege to vote. For most of history, power was confined to an elite. Now we all get to share in it. Only God will know which box you tick in the voting booth, but I think he cares that you do it, and he cares who you vote for.
But when I vote, my political loyalty will always be divided. The theologian Andrew Wilson says that the left warns against idolatry of money and war, while the right warns against idolatry of sex and the earth. It's important to vote, and to vote for the politician who best represents loyalty to God's pattern. But neither side can completely win my heart.
So I won't just vote: I'll go to church. It's the most politically subversive act I can do.
On Saturday the 23rd of September, I will vote, giving partial allegiance to a politician. But on Sunday the 24th, I will once again give my undivided loyalty to my crucified king, hear the gospel preached, and remember Jesus' death.
As Saturday night ends, I hope I'll see the dawn of a better New Zealand. But as long as the darkness of this world's night lasts, I hope far more for the breaking of a better dawn: I'm longing for my king to come.