A privilege, to say the least

Romans 13:1-7.

Forget Halloween, November is the month when one should be afraid. For whatever reason everything politically motivated happens in this month. More so if you're talking about politics of the West. I suspect it has to do with weather. EVERYTHING changes because of it. Think about it!

For the longest time, I never really cared who ran this or that because I selfishly thought, if it didn't directly affect me it wasn't my concern. But as early as I can remember folks have been telling me to vote. To participating in a mock election for the state senators in the first grade to the note that my APUSH teacher wrote in my senior yearbook about voting, I've seen my fair share of getting out the vote.

The older I get, the more I "understand" that the whole pandemonium behind these partisan politics is for good reason. I hear and read more and more stories and instances of folks not being able to or be allowed to vote. On the surface, it's not a big deal, but to echo the educators who've instructed me to do likewise, it kind of REALLY is a big deal. The old argument still stands; people have fought and died for us regular folks for the very right to vote. The least we can do to honor their sacrifice is to exercise the very privilege they suffered horrors for, spoken and unspoken.

Although one may be turned off by all the partisan bickering and the arguing over who knows how to do this or that best, I've realized that when all is said and done it brings me hope to know that all this is for a deep seated love for one's country. Anyone brave enough and strong enough to do this day in and day out AND not lose sight of this love is OK in my book.

On another note, I can gloat over the fact that I just happen to have voted in a swing state this year.

Regardless of who wins this or that, remember that He was in charge, is still in charge, and will continue to do so, world without end.