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This may come across strong. If so, cool. Because I feel pretty strongly about it.

I’m not voting.

I don’t know either of these guys. Neither do you. (Sorry for the assumptions and judgments.)

We know what we hear…from the television and online and in-print. Seriously. Are you kidding me?

When you trust your television

What you get is what you got

‘Cause when they own the information

They can bend it all they want…

I hate politics for a lot of reasons.
I’ve been lied to over and over and over again.  By democrats, by republicans.  I’ll believe in him or him when I see what they said.

Again, forgive me, but this is my blog, right?

I don’t care if you’re pink or yellow or black or grape.  I don’t care if you have endured hardship.  You’re probably where you are because you’re a liar, Mr./Mrs. Politician.  You said a lot of stuff and most likely didn’t do very much of it.  I will wait and see.  If you win and do what you say, I’ll admit that I missed the bandwagon.

Politics have done a lot of good, I have to admit.  But in the end, the Story is good and restored not because of anything political, but because of everything that seems to be the opposite of what we want or think we need.  There really is only one good way to lead nations.  The Theocracy was what was intended.  We didn’t like it.  Now we live with the consequences.

So, I’m protesting.  Not Prop X or Ballot Measure Y, but the system.  The process sucks and I don’t want anything to do with it.

We want to help the hungry and poor and needy?  Then do it.  A vote can sure help because there may be hope in the potential of a lot of money being given.  I doubt it will happen.

My family and I can make a difference.  Together, alone, with friends, in our world.  I don’t need a donkey or an elephant.

I weep over the horrors of the demise of the innocent.  I won’t rely on anyone else to do something about it.  I’ll do what I can.

I don’t trust politics or politicians.  That’s just the way it is.  It can’t save us.  It probably won’t help us.  (It will help some, and hurt just as many or more.)

My opinions.  My heart.

Take it or leave it.  Vote if you need to, if you’re led to.

I’m disgusted by the whole display.  Am I gonna fall for this again? No way.

One guy slings crap, the other doesn’t.  One guy kills the other doesn’t.  One will bomb, the other might not.   One looks you in the eye, one doesn’t.  I have no way of knowing them, except through the partial reporting and opinions of the partial and other liars.  Not a very dependable source of information for formulating very large beliefs and opinions.

Everyone is right in this, and everyone is wrong.  We’re just humans after all.

The whole circus makes me angry and dreadfully sad.  I can’t wait until it’s all over.

What a freaking waste of money and time.  But, I guess there’s no way around it.

I won’t be sharing this verbally with many.  But it’s heavy on my heart….

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My wife and I were having a discussion today about the challenges of parenting.  We got pretty deep and tried to be as real as possible.  For us there is a mix of baggage from the past, step-parenting issues, financial frustrations, the ever-present battle over responsibility and the limitations of time which all add up to an understanding that this is really hard.

Let me pause here to just say how much I appreciate the level of communication Linda and I have.  It is definitely more work to foster this depth, but it is worth it and we cherish it.

As we talked it reminded me of a mist of thought that I had been trying to collect into a cup of water for weeks and weeks.  It seems to me that a lot of my parenting is done with an issuance of my preferences and rooted in my place as the dad.  What does it look like to be a parent who values the opinions and preferences and feelings, and therefore the humanity and dignity, of a child, of my children?  It goes much deeper than just not being abusive or setting some form of healthy boundaries.  It doesn’t sit well with me to just decree a list of commands that I often lay out as the path for my children.  As I tried to explain this to Linda and we conversed it became clear to me that the bottom line of all of this is the choice of power or love.

We talked about certain things that we each expected of the children and became vulnerable enough to dig down to find out the reason why each particular requirement was important to us.  Was it our preference because of our own ‘stuff’ or was it a healthy choice for the kids?

One of the deeper points we made was the baseline of trust in each member of the family that has to be strong enough to furrow into dark places of discomfort together.

The Father loves us.  In that love is an establishment of boundaries and even consequences, but never a forcing into obedience.  I don’t think I’ve ever allowed my children to take advantage of me the way I frequently take advantage of my Abba.  In my humanity I can’t let that happen, or won’t.  I have to be right, have to get them to do the right things.  In those moments I choose power over love.

Every time I say “Because I said so” or lash out I pick up the hammer and threaten to overpower any opposition to me or what is “right”.  Scary, scary stuff.  When I can’t let my children get away with anything (as if they really are getting away with it) it’s an ugly display of my choice of power over love.  It’s a sign of a lack of trust in the Father.

Wanna take this a bit deeper?  This is the choice we are called to make in the way we act towards and think of everyone.  I Corinthians 13 is not really intended for husbands and wives and quaint readings in a wedding ceremony.  We’ve been offered the gift of love, not only to be the recipient but to lavish it on others as well.  Something that really has me vexed is watching and experiencing Christians or churches wield the hammer of spiritual correctness or truth and throw love completely out the window.

We’re printing out a sign that says, “Power vs. Love” and putting it in the kitchen to constantly remind all of us to interact at home with a clear understanding of the choice we make in every interaction.

I’d love to hear your thoughts on this choice in your world.

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