All I ask of you
I recently entered into a war of words with a man who muttered ridiculous political rhetoric until I nearly bled to death from biting my tongue so hard. My polite attitude bit the dust when he said — and I quote: “The Constitution is hundreds of years old — we need to throw it out and write a new one. It’s archaic!”
No amount of reasoning could bring him around to common sense (and yes, I mean that wholeheartedly). So I said exactly what popped into my mind at the time. “I agree with the Constitution. It still applies to modern-day America, even if it is a couple hundred years old. I also believe what the Bible has to say, and it’s thousands of years old.”
His eyes nearly popped from his head, his face turned red and then … he laughed at me. And what an ugly sight it was. I continued to think about him over the next couple of days. He was many things, but one word in particular came to mind … lacking. Lacking kindness, lacking compassion, lacking joy. I thought of him, again, during the Sunday sermon. The topic? Joy.
You see, happiness and joy are not one in the same. You need joy to be truly happy, but you certainly don’t need to be happy to possess inner joy. Although that man may have stolen my happy-go-lucky attitude that lovely October evening, he certainly didn’t touch my joy. Therein lies his defeat.
I will never agree with every politician and neither will you; but it’s our duty, our right, OUR RESPONSIBILITY to cast our vote and say, I matter. This place matters. And what happens here matters. So please … please … vote. Stand up for your beliefs. Vote with your heart and mind and personal convictions. And please remember: whatever happens, no one can steal our joy unless we let them!