Victory

Last night, I was at a local watering hole until well past the time when my car should have turned into a pumpkin.  I attended the victory party for several local polictical candidates.  While I am a political junkie, I am not a partisan junkie.  I was very interested in a couple of the races.  My neighbor is one of the two city council representatives for our region.  When we had serious flooding issues that included raw sewage in the street and some of our basements, he never bothered to even respond to requests for assistance.  So, I had no problem putting up a sign for his opponent in our yard - knowing that our neighbor would have to see it every day.  Well, the challenger beat my incumbent neighbor.

The other race in which I was interested was for our county supervisor.  The incumbent wasn't running again.  I got to know one of the challengers.  While we differ significantly in political philosophy, he is a good guy and I felt he would represent our area well.  He has served on our city council and has always been very active in our community.  Everyone except him was confident that he would win.  He looked very nervous when he arrived at the party.  When returns from three of the four wards in his district showed him well ahead, he still thought he would lose since his opponent lived in the ward that had yet to report results.  People at the party were doing other things when my pal got a call.  He went off to the side so that he could hear the caller report that he had more votes than his opponent in the final ward.  With that, he shouted, somewhat surprisingly, "I won!".  It was a good night.

However, only 8% of eligible voters turned out.  What would Jesus do?  He would vote and encourage others to vote.  "Give to Ceasar that which belongs to Ceasar".