For 4 months, I have been thinking about the best way to blog. Frankly, I have quite a bit to say, but I want very much to hear from others as well. My previous posts, I'm told, are too comprehensive and leave little opportunity for response. As you might suspect, they're also hard to write while dealing with the demands of a normal life. I am not a professional writer -- as is obvious -- and I have not yet found the process nor the needed discipline to write regular, long, high-quality posts.
I approached this weekend thinking I'd try to write more frequent, shorter and more open-ended posts... inviting a great deal more response. That's what I'm doing today, but, once again, I have a lot to say. I promise, I'll hold back and hope to hear from others.
I spent most of the weekend angry at and about John Edwards. Without going into much detail, I'll just say that I was very supportive of and involved in his campaigns. My wife and I have been with John and Elizabeth many times and we wanted very much for John to be our next President. We knew about Rielle's pregnancy, felt terrible when we heard that Andrew Young was the father (we thought Andrew and Cheri were a terrific couple, raising a nice family...) and we were disappointed when John ended his candidacy.
We were devastated by Friday's news. Then, we were angry to hear about the use of the "One America Committee" funds. I spent a lot of time wondering how I could have been so wrong about the man.
Then I went to church. We often attend church on Sunday evenings in a small chapel built by slaves in the 1840s. It's an intimate setting and the Lord's words often seem clearer to me there than in the larger, adjacent church we attend on Sunday mornings. Tonight, that was the case. As we heard the scripture reading of Jesus walking on the stormy seas to rescue the boatload of his disciples, it came to me... we too often trust in one man, one earthly man -- like John, or Barack, or others -- to lead us, to save us. In the bible passage, Peter, trusting in his Lord, his faith, steps from the boat and he, too, walks on the water... until he becomes fearful and begins to sink, at which point, Jesus reaches out and saves him.
Folks, I don't know what your own faith calls you to be and do, but I'll tell you what I take from that story: we're all in that boat, the storms are raging and we all need to get out -- buoyed by our faith -- and walk on the water. We must save ourselves not by trusting on Obama or McCain or even Michael Phelps, but by trusting in the Lord, or Allah, or whichever higher power you recognize.
John is just a man, flawed as are we all. It was never only up to him to save the world. We always overstate the power of the President and understate our own role. I think it isn't up to the President, it's up to us. Each of us. What say you?