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I am not passionate about politics…at all. Of course, I hold a general ideology and perspective on how I think our country ought to be governed, but I find more value in pouring time and energy into fostering my relationships with the people around me who actually impact my life on a daily basis, than I do staying up to date on the nuances and intricacies of national or international politics. So, when I say that I sit here, a week after election day, saddened and disappointed, it has nothing to do with the projected winner. I’m frustrated by the inflammatory rhetoric I saw flying from both sides. I’m disheartened by everyone’s apparent inability to empathize with people who think differently than they do, or to even see a reason to.
There are two types of spaghetti eaters in this world: those who toss their pasta in the sauce, ensuring a nice even coating all the way through, while still allowing the pasta to shine and form the foundation of the dish, and those who smother their pasta so you can’t even see the noodles, which are nothing more than a convenient vessel with which to move said delicious sauce into your mouth. There are also those weirdos who skip the sauce altogether and just eat butter noodles (you know who you are!), but they are basically akin to the kid who sits in the back of class eating glue all day, so we’re not going to bother with them at the moment.
When someone mentions the church and politics in the same sentence, the picture most people flash on is a pastor standing in the pulpit, waving a red or blue flag, and telling you why it would make Jesus happy if you voted for a particular candidate or a specific proposition. It is an off-putting image for many, and accusations of preachers exceeding their authority or manipulating congregations often follow. To avoid this, then, churches swing all the way in the other direction, to where we do not want to talk about politics at all in the church. Keep church and state separate, as they ought to be. There is, however, a middle ground between littering the church lawn with campaign signs and making politics a taboo subject.
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