We find ourselves once again in another political cycle. I call it a political cycle because everything is going around in circles. Each cycle seems to get bigger and bigger.
For instance. One day a politician will say one thing and the next day he will swing completely around and say something else. I would call it a merry-go-round, but there isn’t anything very merry about it. Rather, it is quite dizzy for me. What they really should call it is the “Dizzy-Go-Round.”
The politicians are counting upon people getting “dizzy” so they do not really know what is going on and who they are voting for. It is almost like a Ponzi scheme; more goes in than comes out.
Am I voting for the Thursday edition politician or the Friday edition? They carry the same name but you would not know they were the same person or even related.
It all came to a head last Tuesday. I was frustrated. I was mumbling under my breath. I was clenching my fist and roaming through our house.
I finally sat down in my easy chair to calm down and drink a hot cup of coffee. It was then that the Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage queried me as to what I was all upset about.
“It’s all these idiotic politicians trying to impress me with how idiotic they really are and then wanting me to vote for them. When will all of this nonsense be over?”
Finally, she stood up, looked at me with both hands on her hips and said, “Well, it ain't over till the fat lady sings.”
I am not sure where this phrase comes from and if it is politically correct today. Is it PC to say the words “fat” and “lady” in the same sentence let alone the same phrase?
I just am glad I did not say it.
We need to pool our resources together as a nation, find who this lady really is and then get her to sing. I don’t care what she sings. If it ain’t over until she sings, then for goodness sake, let her sing whatever she wants to sing.
As we were watching some political program on TV, my wife sighed very deeply and sadly said, “These are the people who want to run our country?”
The thought that came to me; let’s not let the fat lady sing until we have somebody that can actually run our country. Let that “fat lady” stand in silence until someone comes along that can actually do something in our country and then have her sing to high heaven.
To have what Solomon calls a patient spirit, is an admirable goal, and I work on it as hard as I can but I know that my hope is not in the “political cycle” but in the Lord Jesus Christ alone.