Saturday, October 22, 2005

Then How the Reindeer Loved Him...(Part Two)

Generally, I follow politics the way I follow football. I choose a favorite team and become a die-hard fan right around the time of the Superbowl. Sure, it’s a little duplicitous, but how many other fans can say their favorite team plays in the Big Game every single year? If it’s any consolation, I always choose the underdog.

It’s pretty much the same with politics. Right around the Spring of every presidential election year, I become the consummate Democrat. "Why Democrat?" you might ask. It’s not my penchant for the underdog, as it might appear. Unlike my favorite football team, my political affiliation is unwavering from Big Game to Big Game. Simply put, I’m a Democrat because I’m broke and I’m Black and I’m not a masochist. The Democratic party has historically been the official political party of broke, Black non-masochists. At least, that is, ever since the turn of the century when the Republican party stopped being known as the anti-slavery party. What a difference a day makes…

Anyway, like every good Democrat, I was outraged at and a little suspicious of Bush’s first and second term victories. Somehow, the outrage and suspicion never fully dissipated. It would dwindle to an ember, only to be stoked by some incident, speech or decision.

All of that is a thing of the past, however. Part of the reason that I don’t take more of a day to day interest in politics is that regardless of who is in the White House, God is on the throne. My righteousness, my wealth, my life is not legislated. So, in his own inimitable way, God commanded that if I insisted on blaming the Bible for my lack of concern for "worldly" politics, I should stop paying selective attention to what it had to say on the matter.

I was reminded that the Bible is clear that it is God alone who ordains who is and who is not to be in leadership. Promotion and demotion come from Him. What’s more, we are to honor, obey, and pray for the people that have rule over us, whether or not it is through any fault of our own that they ended up in that position.

Okay, so I knew that stuff was in there, but the part of the brain that protects you from remembering traumatic events, and erases your memory of embarrassing, drunken escapades blocked it out. Unfortunately, I was no longer able to even feign ignorance.

So, now I am a Bush supporter. Maybe "supporter" is a little strong. It's probably more accurate to say that I am no longer a Bush detractor. It’s all about the baby steps. In any event, I will no longer engage in Bush-bashing or pick apart his every move, decision, and foible. Instead, I will do what I should have been doing all along. I will pray for him.

My prayer for George W. Bush is that in his next three years he will become the president that so many voters believed him to be. That he will stand on the principles and standards of his God. That God will give him the wisdom and the courage to make decisions, no matter how difficult and unpopular they may be, based on those principles and standards. That God will protect him from people (like the me of last week) who are wishing and praying him less than well. And, finally, that history will remember him as a great president and an even better man.

So, you see, along with being a relativist, I’m also a hopeless optimist. But, that is only because God has proven to and for me that He can do the impossible. So, though I am a hopeless optimist, I am a faithful one.

For the record, however, I’m still a Democrat. And, my change of heart does not extend to appointees. I had a revelation, not a lobotomy.


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