An
Inkling
Is
anyone besides me sick of the campaign?
I’d love it if the election were today, and we could be delivered from
the next six weeks of endless ads and robo-calls.
Actually
it’s a bit ironic that we find campaigns so distasteful, since we all learned
as wee tykes how to campaign for approval and affection ourselves. Even more ironic is the similarity of the
presidential campaign tactics to our own.
We, too, know how to shade meanings and veil our true sentiments. We, too, have a poll-tested image that we seek
to project. We, too, validate ourselves
by casting others critically in comparison.
And most ironically, if we, too, had millions of dollars to spend on
our own campaigns, they would likely match those that disgust us now.
It
makes me all the more grateful that the gospel election works just the
opposite. There is only One whose vote
counts. He knows exactly what we’re
like. And still, he has chosen us.
Then
why am I still campaigning? Lord have
mercy!
Blessings,
Keith
