As I hang precariously out on this lonely, unstable limb waiting for the onslaught of less than supportive comments, I am gathering what rapidly deteriorating courage I have to write this post. It must be said.
I don’t “do” political posts. I don’t even consider myself a political person, and admittedly, I am ignorant in many things political.
But I am also a Christian, American adult, and as such, I must vote. It is not only my right, but my responsibility.
Even with the media’s onslaught of information (using the term “information” loosely here), or maybe because of my repulsion of it, I don’t even pretend to know an adequate amount about either presidential (or other public service official) candidate. And yet, choosing a candidate is a simple process for me. Some think it odd that I have a relatively easy time casting my vote and am able to do so with a clear conscience.
This is what I do. (Insert deep breath.)
I simply pick one thing. The most important thing. The “after that, the rest is just details” thing.
For me, that one thing is life. I pick the candidate who will be the best defender of life… in all stages, in all forms.
The rest is just details.
Simple voting. Simple living.
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