I went to bed last night way before all the votes were in and woke up about 3 am. I wanted to know but then I didn’t want to know. Anticipation and curiosity got the best of me, so I peeked. Now I know. What will I do with that information that I now have?
I will get to that momentarily.
We vote for people who can offer us the most, depending on what our experiences have been and are. A small business owner is not going to feel the same as an elder who is being threatened with the possibility of their medicare being stripped. Just as a person unemployed is going to be in a different place than a person who has a strong pro-life stance. And of course, we are always interested in more than one issue because our lives are multidimensional. But the point is, we feel strongly about things that have touched us in one way or another. Or because we were raised one way or another. Or because of where we stand with our needs today.
My question is this…Can I judge you because your experiences have been different from mine? I really need to ask this question again. CAN I JUDGE YOU BECAUSE YOUR EXPERIENCES HAVE BEEN DIFFERENT THAN MINE? Should I verbally bash and bully the running mate that passionately fights for the issues that might lessen your burden? The burden that defines you because of your past and present experiences?
We are all made so beautifully different. Thank you, God, for that.
We are acting like people who don’t care to look at the perspective of the guy across the street. Just feed me. Meet my needs.
Shame on us.
So back to what I will do with the information that I retrieved from my handy-dandy iPhone at that dark, quiet hour in the night. It really bothers me that I wake up at that hour.
No matter WHO sits in that chair:
I will respect the person in that great office no matter what, even if I don’t share the same beliefs.
I will NEVER, EVER bad mouth him/her to anyone.
I will have great expectations that he will do the best he can even if he is not the man I voted for.
I will do the best that I can by living my life with integrity, high values and good morals.
The president is such a tiny part of this equation. We have SO much responsibility. We have to support each other no matter our past and present experiences. We have to be satisfied (and thankful) that if my burden is not lessened this term, than someone else’s burden is lessened.
If I am looking to someone else to lessen my anger, I am searching in the wrong place. No president of the United States of America can lessen the anger that rages in my heart. Sometimes I witness such a fervor and passion and desperation that the “right” president is going to save us from ourselves. No human being can ever do that.
2 responses to “Helloooo Mr. President”
Amen, Karen!!! So true! I haven’t forgotten to call you! This was so refreshing compared to those who feel the world is coming to an end!
I second that no one person can meet the needs of everyone; only God, alone, can give us what our hearts yearn for! I, too, will join in the prayer!
Keep writing; I am inspired by your generosity and openness.