During intense election seasons like this one, I find myself seeking safety hiding under a rock where lukewarm moderates tend to congregate. There is no political convention for us with rousing impassioned speeches or balloons falling on our heads.
Extremist views predominate simply for the sake of differentiating one’s political turf from the opposition. There is no discussion of compromise, negotiation or collaboration as that would be perceived as a sign of weakness. Instead it is “my way or the wrong way.”
I’m ready to say “no way,” as both sides are intolerably intolerant of the other.
The chasm is most gaping in any discussion of faith issues. Religion and politics have become angry neighbors constantly arguing over how high to build the fence between them, what it should be made out of, what color it should be, should there be peek holes, should it be electrified with barbed wire to prevent moving back and forth, should there be a gate with or without a lock and who pays for the labor. In a country founded on the principle of freedom of religion, there are more and more who believe our forefathers’ blood was shed for freedom from religion.
Give us the right to believe in nothing whatsoever or give us death. Perhaps both actually go together.
And so it goes. Each election cycle brings out the worst in our leadership as facts are distorted, the truth is stretched or completely abandoned, unseemly pandering abounds and curried favors are served for breakfast, lunch and dinner.
In the midst of this morass, we who want to believe still choose to believe.
There is just enough light for those who seek it. No need to remain blinded in the shadowlands of unbelief.
I’ll come out from under my rock if you do.
In fact…I think I just did.