My Papa Mac died when I was in first grade. Even after all this time, I remember him like he hasn’t been in Heaven for that long. He was quite an exceptional man in a myriad of ways. He was brilliant, a man that never saw the color of anyone’s skin-only the person, HILARIOUS, a snazzy dresser, a phenomenal Methodist minister, a wonderful Daddy, and the worlds best Papa. And that’s the short list 😂. Anyway, when certain things occur in my life, I feel him around me or something, and I wonder what he would’ve done in the same circumstance, or if he would’ve felt similar emotions if he had been with me. I’d like to think we are similar sometimes, and I know we would have been dear friends had he lived longer. This is a Papa Macesque post:
The presidential election in the United States this year is the most important of my lifetime. I have no doubt in my mind whatsoever when I type that statement. Tomorrow I will cast a provisional ballot in the state of Florida towards the Democratic nominee in that election. I have never been more excited. I am not 100% thrilled with any of the choices, but I will cast that vote nonetheless. There is a maniac in a big White House to the northeast of me, and for the sake of the planet, my health, social services, the lives of troops, and a myriad of other things I must vote. Some may say when they read this that I can’t vote for any of the nominees because of the issue of abortion, for starters. None of them are pro life. Well, friend, Donald Trump certainly isn’t. Shane Claiborne is an activist I’ve always admired greatly, and uses the phrase “from womb to tomb” often when describing his beliefs on life. Naw on that phrase and tell me if Donald Trump values ALL life from womb to tomb. If he is such an ardent follower of Jesus, his beliefs with regards to how he treats the poor, undocumented, disenfranchised, disabled,etc and so on of this country are about as far from how Christ would treat someone as you can get. His dishonesty, lack of integrity, malice towards anyone different than he, etc and so on are pretty appalling. And that’s another short list.
There are no political parties in America. Not anymore. Before I deactivated my Facebook for Lent and beyond possibly I changed my political party to human. That still holds true today. I am indeed very human, and am FAR from perfect. And now that my ship is being steered by God alone I find that I feel things very deeply at times and get my feelings hurt easily one minute and then am all byeeee Felicia the next. 😂 Part of that is being in a chair part time and being an oddity every time I go out in public, but that’s okay too! But today the very idea of not being able to vote in this primary left me profoundly sad, so I called the head of elections office in the county of Florida I live in. 👀😬💁🏼♀️ Not to get anyone in trouble but because I MUST vote, and readers in America, you should too!