So, I, like millions around our beautiful country, as well as billions around the world, stayed glued to the election results last night. LATE last night.
I kept thinking that maybe there had been a glitch due to an overwhelming solar flare mixed with global warming caused by the heat given off from libs who threatened to riot and loot should their ‘messiah’ not get elected. That, mixed with the hot air coming from Roseanne Barr…
Actually, I am thankful for Roseanne Barr. She gave me something to laugh about. And heck, that took some guts. And really, she kind of won, being a marijuana fan and all.
Still, once I saw that word “concede” flashing all across the internet, and allowed myself to feel a mixture of “Wha…. and NO! and huh? and AAAAGGGGHHHHH!!!”, I put in ear plugs and went to sleep, with a haunting posting I had read (out of many that were coming across facebook at lightening speed) swirling in my head… It read: “I prayed and prayed to God that Romney wouldn’t win. He heard my prayer.”
I woke up this morning with a pit in my stomach. He heard her prayer… He heard her prayer…. But… what about mine?
He heard mine, too. I am certain of it. Because although I can peacefully say that I did not have blinders on at the polls, and my votes were most in line with the God mentioned in our Constitution, I am at peace. Sort of…
I am at peace with the fact that nothing has changed in my faith except for the fact that I am revved up more and in love with the Lord more. The sheeple will see what they voted in… if we’re lucky (blessed) it will take more than a month before the more serious consequences from compromising our Constitution take place. Indeed, the compromise had already begun. When it hits people’s front door, they will wake up.
I don’t mean to blame all this on Obama whatsoever. Actually, he is just a representative of where half our country is in terms of logic, ethics, faith, morals, sensibility, passion, and realization of what people fought and died for so that we could actually vote in Mickey Mouse if we wanted to. Unfortunately, people don’t realize that this right can also be taken away… especially if we give it away.
But I think we’re all tired of political shmolitical at this point. I know I am. So Washington DC is out of our hands, as well as state decisions, and heck, most of the big hierarchy church ones. Most of us are ‘little people’ kind of living our own lives with no huge influence over a huge amount of people… right? What’s done is done, right?
You see, now is the time for the battle for truth and life to get personal. It’s not some issue in a faraway land that has been voted on. You can’t vote on life. You can’t vote on truth. God already decided that life is life and truth is truth. And we now need to bring our defense of life and truth into our every day work place, be it our homes, our businesses, our offices, our churches… we need to be a living witness and we need to realize that Obama or any government doesn’t and CAN’T change truth.
And so here is what I did today… just a small example. It wasn’t planned, but I was put in the right place at the right time, it seems, even though it was a disheartening experience.
I was at the post office in our small town. The friendly clerk was stamping my package, and I was making small talk about the stress of the election results, complete with subtle facial expressions… or maybe not so subtle. He agreed, subtly, and this was no surprise because if you live in a small farm town, you better believe people know how to work hard, and they don’t tend to be looking for handouts. They tend to be familiar with the 2nd Amendment as well. But I digress…
A gentleman behind me in line, who claimed to be 69 years old, suddenly said, “Well, I just won $100 on a vote that Obama would win. I’m a happy man.” At first I questioned him, “Really? We all thought there was a good chance that things could have gone differently!” I thought since he was in the small town post office that he was one of small town folks.
…until he pointed at me and said, “Little middle class women like you would have been stabbed in the @!$ if Romney would have won.”
Dude was like 6 feet tall. At that point, my personality became 8 feet tall. Nice friendly shalimamma turned around, looked him straight in the eye. And before I knew it, this popped out: “How do you know I’m not a millionaire?”
The nice clerk accidentally chuckled, then cleared his throat. He lives like a few blocks from us so he found this funny. It was funny, and soon my serious look softened. I thought, “Ah, he’s just a misguided older guy.” So I said cordially, “You’re not from around here, are you?”
He grinned, “Oh no way. I’m from Minnesota…”
Me: “And you voted for Obama?”
Him: “Of course!”
Me, still trying to be friendly and diplomatic: “So you guys don’t have gas pumps there? And you have tons of jobs?”
There was another stifled chuckle from the clerk, and even though I am passionate about many issues, I was trying to keep things to the obvious failing economy.
But get this. His reply was, “Planned Parenthood is the best thing that you girls have. Yeah. You all need to stop popping out babies and you need to take responsibility. Get on a pill and be responsible.”
Suddenly, I felt that I was back in some chauvinist black and white movie where I should be wearing a skirt and asking the guy if I could tie his shoes. I was at the post office without my kids, so he assumed I didn’t have any.
I mumbled to the clerk, “Responsibility is one thing. Murdering children is another. I’m just sayin’…” By now the clerk was in an awkward position of agreeing with me but desperately trying to stay out of that conversation. So he said, “That will be 65 cents, sir.” The guy plunked down the money (after arguing that amount, too, mind you) and he said, “It’s responsibility. We would all be better off without all these girls popping out babies.”
Apparently he wasn’t done. He looked over at me, and I said, “You know, I have 8 children, and I love every single one of them.”
He said, “Holy %$@#&^$@!!!!!”
And then, as I turned to leave, I said, “Well, as of right now, we are still in a free country, and I support your right to have different beliefs…” He looked away…
And as I reached for the door handle, I said, “And sir, sooner or later, those of us who are popping out babies are going to outnumber those of you who are opposed to it. So God bless!”
I practically ran out of the post office, while several native townsfolk smiled and waved at me.
Yeah, it’s local. For all of us. Whether we’re in a checkout line, at our work, with friends… wherever… we are called to witness to truth.
And slowly but surely, those who know the truth will outnumber those who don’t.
Keep fighting the good fight! Sure, I’m totally Obummered out. But it’s not about him. Or any party. We already know the end of the story. We know who wins.
Those who stand with God.
For LIFE, LIBERTY, and PURSUIT OF HAPPINESS,