The Morning After

OK, it's finally over. And as far as I can tell the world is still turning on its axis, just tilted considerably more to the left. I am not happy but neither am I in the depths of despair. I bailed on the election coverage very early last night because I just couldn't take the agony. I got in bed with a good book and my dog. True comfort in any storm. At least I know there are still a good percentage of people in this country (at least 44%) that held out for the conservative candidate. They weren't swayed by charm and charisma and a multitude of lofty promises that were such the antithesis to Obama's proven record. But enough about that. This morning as I caught up on last night's events I saw pictures of crowds of people who took to the streets to await the results of the election. Finally an election that meant more to them than a World Series or Super Bowl win. And this is what I saw. Lots and lots of people, people who looked like they were from anywhere USA. A mix of faces, joyful faces, tearfilled faces. And my defeat didn't sting so badly. The part of this election that I can find comfort in is this moment in our shared American History that erased the notion that we are not equal. That there are two different worlds at work for the haves and the have nots. Can we see today that all men are equal? That in this great country opportunity DOES EXIST FOR ALL? Now do this Mr. Obama, worker of miracles, who has enjoyed all of the benefits offered by this great country, protect the most vulnerable in our society. Lead us down the path of light and hope for all of God's people. Protect the rights of the unborn. I pray for your conversion.