It’s all I can do to keep myself from coming undone when I hear people say it’s all about the shape of our country before quickly adding that they don’t plan to vote.
There are plenty of places around the globe you can live where you have no vote, thus you have no choice—the powers that be will decide for you how things will go and you’ll be forced to live with the result. America offers each of us a different right—the right to vote. We don’t have to love the candidates or everything they stand for because let’s face it—with hundreds of issues (such as education, medical insurance, human rights, immigration, finance, border control, welfare, equality and military might just to name a few) vying for attention, we’re all going to have a different set of issues that top our list. But as Americans, we’re tasked with the responsibility to school ourselves on the issues and make a choice.
The sad fact of our time is there are numerous groups of people very vocal about their desire to kill us by any means possible; planes, trains, bombs, guns, chemicals, box cutters, women, children… For some it’s our skin color. For others it’s our religion. Or who we love or where we live or how we handle our business affairs or sins of the father, or, or, or… It’s a list that’s impossible to define because every day we continue to draw breath, we offend someone and another thing gets added to the list of things they hate about us—AMERICANS.
Which leaves us with a choice. We can continue complaining about how much we dislike the things happening around us while praying they don’t start happening to us. That’s one course of action.
Or we can educate ourselves on the issues and try to make the best decision we can hope to make with what we have to work with. If we were stranded on that proverbial desert island, I would like to think the people I love and those I rub shoulders with wouldn’t throw themselves in the sand and let us die because they didn’t want to touch a thorny plant, or study all aspects of what we were up against, or get a splinter, or consider other’s opinions about our odds, or eat coconut they didn’t like, or risk the poison sumac. I’d like to think we’d humble ourselves and pray for rescue before teaming up despite our differences in ability and opinion. That we'd fight against the odds, doing anything we thought would give us a chance to live one more day.
Which leaves me to wonder… Why are so many of us suddenly unwilling to do the very same thing for America?