I’m trying to remember without misappropriating my memories, but I do believe this has been the oddest election season ever. The election of 2000 was strange, surreal even, but I don’t remember the lead-up being so bizarre.
Although I do love politics, I don’t have much time for it until it comes down to the last couple of months before an election. This year, I snoozed right through the Democratic Convention and Senator Obama’s speech, right up to the point when Senator John McCain chose Sarah Palin and electrified the race.
I would have voted against Barack Obama, regardless, as I knew he had poor ratings with pro-life organizations. As I began to research, I came to realize just HOW anti-life he was for the child in the womb. By contrast, my heart was squeezed by Sarah’s story. I realized just how pro-life she really is. You can’t fake mother-love like that; can’t pretend pride when it is your son whom most of your nation would have rejected in utero. She’s genuine stuff.
I had earlier dismissed most of the stories about Obama that were funneled to me by my overzealous parents. Connections to home-grown terrorists, ties to Odinga and the unrest in Kenya, his pastor was an angry fellow, yada, yada, yada. I remember the Clinton years, and how much hooey was lobbed, some true, some crazy – I didn’t want to really explore it all. It was enough for me to know that Obama supported Planned Parenthood in a really big way.
Eventually, it was more than my parents telling me about Obama’s connections. It was friends, and the alternative press, it was verifiable in various archives. There were pictures, and videos, and books, and records that detailed his alliances and revealed his thoughts on social redistributions to pay for past offenses. There were signs of messianic pretensions. Hollywood loved him. Our enemies loved him. The rest of the world loved him. Some Republicans jumped ship to follow him. I would have liked to have thought that Obama was just a nice skinny kid who loved his wife and kids; but as it all added up I began to have the Obama heebie jeebies. I now think the entire thing is creepy – all of it, from the adoration by emergent Christian leaders to his Berlin speech to the concept that he could sit under liberation theology for twenty years and pretend he didn’t know it was preached.
I’m not a doomsday speculator. I tend to be, but my husband is so even-keeled and hopeful that he won’t let me be. Even so, I believe that I sense a spiritual battle of epic porportions in this election year. I realize that many on the Obama side believe the same thing, but in reverse. God can’t be split like that. He knows the outcome, we do not. I don’t even pretend to know God’s plan for our days and our times, but I know that He desires that we pray for His will to be done.
And so, while my yard signs boast McCain/Palin, I hope and pray throughout the most bizarre election I can remember.
“Please have mercy, and Thy will be done.”
Holly writes at her own blog, “Seeking Faithfulness”