I’m exhausted. I’m tired of being tired. I’ve had my fill of manufactured crises and tragedy from our President, and I’m worn down by the actual crises and tragedies that seem to be happening almost monthly. The problem with exhaustion is, you want to give up. Bury your head. Surrender to the grind. But we cannot and we must not.
There’s no such thing as a perfect Christian. There’s certainly no such thing as a perfect politician. But I’m becoming increasingly frustrated at politicians who can’t seem to take a position on certain societal issues without compromising their faith to score popularity points. Similarly, I tire of Christians who can’t adhere to their faith without allowing it to become a public side-show.
Republicans gathered last month at their winter meeting for a postmortem regarding their defeat last November, and what Louisiana governor Bobby Jindal called their “stupid party” behavior. Without abandoning their core values, Jindal suggested Republicans must “change just about everything else” they’re doing in trying to reach the American voter.
It grieves me to tell you Republican leaders in Congress are just beginning to understand what I’m about to share here. Having watched the President for the last four years, and watching an already active January of debt-ceiling fights, women in combat, gun control, amnesty, gay marriage, gay scouts, and yes, even indicting the game of football, it is astounding how flat-footed congressional Republicans find themselves as Obama steamrolls ahead. And again, it’s only January of Obama’s fifth year in office.
I was wrong. I admit it. I was in good company, too. Not just from partisans on my side. Pollsters, pundits and analysts of many stripes didn’t think an Obama win was probable, even possible in some cases. And even you Obama supporters must admit, you were scared it could happen, too.
Am I cocky? No. Dancing in the end zone yet? Not me. Can I say with certainty this will be a landslide blowout? I want to, but can’t right now. Though I think it’s possible. Am I feeling very confident about Tuesday’s outcome? You bet. And why shouldn’t I? The evidence is all around us. Mitt Romney’s going to be the next President of the United States.
Imagine relaxing at a backyard barbecue enjoying an adult beverage. While you're answering a question about how you started your business, your neighbor interrupts to scold you in a mocking tone. He says you over-valued your role in starting your own business. Further, he calls you an ungrateful braggart for not mentioning your third-grade teacher or the highway department worker who “helped you” build your business.
What are you feeling about last week’s Supreme Court ruling on Obamacare? Dispirited? Mad? Maybe even frightened? Me too. But I’ve been mulling this over a lot since Thursday. I was tempted to get sucked into the notion that “all is lost.” “There goes the Republic.” Then I internalized that I sit here in Philadelphia—a city that gave birth to the impossible when all odds seemed against them.
We just came off a month of college campus pep rallies extolling the virtues of taking on thousands of dollars of “low-interest” loan debt in that ultimate quest for a degree. Yet, we know so little about the college experience of the man leading the rallies: President Barack Obama.
So now you’re thinking, “Oh, no Chris. You’re not one of those people, are you?” Or, you're like me, and find it more than a little peculiar that one of the “greatest intellects” ever to grace the Oval Office has provided not a trace of evidence to back up said greatness.