'Twas the Night Before Election Day...

Here I am on Election Day Eve, STILL undecided on who I am going to vote for tomorrow.  Honestly, I'm a moderate.  There's things I agree with and disagree with for every candidate.  What's a girl to do?  Jesus is going to have to strike me with some firm convictions tomorrow for me to even be motivated enough to drag myself to the polls before work.

While sitting in the English workroom during free periods, certain conversations tend to distract me from whatever book I find myself entranced (today it was East of Eden by John Steinbeck...highly recommended, but besides the point).  Just as Cathy was about to shoot Adam, I heard my name.  "Cassie, you're voting tomorrow, right?!"  It was the department head - an older, distinguished woman with the hint of a British accent who is as proper as they come until politics is on her tongue.  I didn't know what I was getting myself into by answering the question honestly.

"Well," I said, "I still don't know who I'm voting for, if I were to vote."

Books were slammed shut, laptops were closed abruptly, chairs were swiveled towards me, glasses were taken off and doors were flung open as a mob of angry English teachers seemed to simultaneously direct towards me an "ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!"  This mutinous group of once quiet spirited individuals completely ignored any form of "taking turns" and "not raising your voice" that I'm sure they strictly enforce in their classrooms, and began to tell me all the reasons why I need to vote for one candidate, and why it would be idiotic to vote for the other candidate.  

After about a minute of unsuccessfully comprehending or retaining a word that was thrown at me from every direction, I threw my hands up in the air, waved them over my head and yelled, ensuring that this certain school district will never hire me as a member of the full time staff (That's probably not true.  They love me there.  Not only am I an alum to that school, but a cat sitter as well).  After the storm quieted and the attacks were redirected towards banter among themselves, I did have a nice chat with one teacher about her beliefs.  Nevertheless, this "advice" has left me in the same spot, if not more confused than when I walked in the building that day.

I have come to a conclusion, and it is this:  Whoever wins tomorrow, despite my vote, I will pray throughout his term as president.  We can't really change the world with one little vote.  And honestly, my one little opinion isn't going to change any president's mind.  What will change the world is the prayers of the saints.  That's what's going to make history.

"if my people, who are called by my name, will humble themselves and pray and seek my face and turn from their wicked ways, then will I hear from heaven and will forgive their sin and will heal their land" (2 Chronicles 7:14, NIV).