In just 9 days, hopefully all of us 18 and over will go to the polls to exercise our civic duty and privilege to vote for the highest office in our great land.
It’s been a long, wearisome and ofttimes, troubling Presidential campaign, with both primary parties incessantly reflecting an unfiltered humanity. People all across America can’t wait till this election cycle is behind us. Some have grown so disillusioned by the race, they’ve determined to boycott the voting booth. They’ve given up. “Que sera, sera”: “What will be, will be.”
Of course this fatalistic spirit hasn’t just usurped the current election nationally, but has also reared its defeatist head in other realms personally: “I give up trying to be nice to my nasty neighbor; he gives definition to the word, ‘Jerk!'” “I give up selling out for my company as it never recognizes my efforts. Never a raise, never a bonus, never a promo.” “I give up trying to make positive changes at my church. It continues along the barren route of same old-same old.”
I suspect we’ve all become disillusioned with life at times because despite all the good we do or all the hard work we’ve performed, we never seem to make a difference. People all around us tune out and don’t seem to give a rip about the important stuff of life; important to us, obviously; but not-so-important to others.
Why not join us this Sunday as we study one of Jesus’ parables that challenges us with this common frustration: that despite how our own personal world may be imploding, we must never give up asking God to come to our rescue?
