On November 7th, 2000, a very long quiet, uncomfortable, emotional journey began for me. As a member of the home office of the Bush for President campaign, a small knit group of about 150 folks, we began the journey now referred to as ‘the recount’. It was quiet, uncomfortable and highly emotional for me because I was the sole Republican in a family of all Democrats…a VERY extended family. I remember the emotion, the hate from the general populous, the constant beat down we endured from the overly liberally leaning-media. It’s a memory that runs really deep. I also remember December 27th, 2000, my first trip on the subway in Washington D.C. as I made my way to the offices of the inaugural committee to begin work. I remember the looks my fellow campaign staffers and I endured from those that believe we had ‘stolen’ the election.
Last night as I occasionally watched the returns on my laptop and scanned through the jargon of my friends on FaceBook, I passed off their comments, from both sides of the aisle, as par for the course. However, this morning and throughout the day as I’ve encountered friends, acquaintances, perused FaceBook and even attended church, my dismay has turned to anger. Whether or not its righteous anger is, of course, dependent upon who you ask. I have been irritated by people who have found solace in ‘He’s still on the throne’ for those same people seem not to remember that He who sits on the throne also “brings down one and exalts another” (Psalm 75:7). That same God that you are lauding for His position on the throne has the king’s heart in His hand and He directs it like a watercourse wherever he pleases. Or how about I Corinthians 1:27?
I honestly could quote scripture all night into the wee hours of the morning on how the attitude of my fellow believers play into what the world sees us to be: judgmental narrow-minded individuals. I walked into a voting booth yesterday and cast my vote, made my voice heard. Whether or not what I voted for won, God has a greater plan and because the man who you as a voter perceived to be the one to carry it out was not the one God has appointed as victor in the race, does not phase God or arrest that plan.
Those first few months in D.C. in 2000 and early 2001 taught me a couple of incredibly important truths, your words are so much stronger than you can ever understand or comprehend. What you say is not necessarily what is conveyed. Additionally, it is in loss that graciousness, positivity and kindness is heard most clearly. “Woe is me” has never moved a mountain, “woe is our country” has never saved a soul. Though, an open hand stretched across a great divide creates a bridge, ask Christ, he has the scars to prove it.
As we walk into the days ahead of us, the choice is yours, are you a bridge builder or a ‘woe is me-er’. Me…I’m too busy building bridges to pay you ‘woe is me-ers’ any never mind, I've been given the keys to the Kingdom and it's going to advance no matter who calls 1600 home.
Or in simpler more succint terms, tighten it up my believing friends, spotlight's on you, how you react will affect many, many soul's eternities. And when the final card (or chad) falls, that's what it's all about right?