Wednesday, October 29

politicking

It's been a few days since I wrote, and that's because I promised that my next post would be a political one. Frankly, I'm afraid to open the floodgates. You should probably be scared, too.

I went to vote today. I danced a slow dance with people young and old, rich and poor, as Mike and I shuffled for 55 minutes around a library to get our moment in the booth. In some ways, it seemed almost sacred. Holy. Everyone was hushed, focused, deliberate, reverent.

Of course, it wasn't really holy. It was never meant to be. But somewhere along the way, Christianity and politics slept together, had a bastard child of legislated morality and were forced to get married.

For these opposites, divorce can't come too soon.

Politics is all about self-preservation. Make us safe. Make us comfortable. Make us great.

Christianity is all about self-sacrifice. Make us dangerous. Make us holy. Make us less.

The Church has traded its birthright as the hope of the world for a steaming bowl of legislation and patriotism. We have sold our mission of good news for the poor, freedom for the prisoners, and sight for the blind to the world of policy and pundits. We gave up believing in the transformational power of the gospel and transferred our hope to enforcing spirituality through the Supreme Court.

A few days ago, I asked if God could convict different people to vote for different Presidential candidates. I wish I had asked why Christians give more money, passion and energy to electing Obama or McCain than they do to loving God and their neighbor. According to Jesus, that's something He cares about a whole lot more.

I filled in a circle for my candidate of choice today. I was proud to be free and American and to cast my vote. But I chose a leader of my country, not of my faith. Those offices — Prophet, Priest and King — are already filled.

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