Last night, someone stole my trusty "Obama for President" sign, which has adorned my front yard since last February. I noticed its absence on my way to church, and needless to say, the discovery put me in a very un-godly state of mind. And to top it off, it was my Sunday to read! I know I messed up some of the transitions and cues, and who knows, I might have even read the wrong scriptures, but the Spirit must have been present because I made it through the hour without breaking into tears.
I've thought about filing a police report. I've thought about writing an editorial. I've ranted and raved and told every sympathetic ear I could find about my tiny tragedy. I've concluded that the perp was most likely a cowardly, druken Oktoberfest attendee with a lack of civic obedience and a failure to observe that most American of American amendments that guarantees us each our freedom of speech. I'm trying not to hold this against the Republican townsfolk in general; I'm trying not to take it personally; I'm trying not to jump to any conclusions about a deeper hatred towards my family; I'm trying not to be angry.
I've taken consolation in the kindness and outrage of my friends and neighbors. I've taken consolation in the polls. I've taken consolation in knowing that I've been effective in making my position on the future of my children's country well known enough to garner a reaction. And I've taken a lot of consolation in the fact that my one missing sign is going to lead to quite a few replacement signs, struck into the ground in solidarity with this campaign. And in the meantime, I've hung a rally poster in my window, because Yes We Can.
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