“What is your problem?” Carol said in a recent cell phone call. “You can’t ignore how bad our government is right now and then allow America to slide down the drain. What about our children and grandchildren? Doesn’t it make you angry? It does me.”
“Honey, what are you planning on doing to help change things in America?” I said.
“Well, I’m going to read and listen, then I’ll write to politicians and newspapers. I’ll make my voice heard.”
“Good luck. The trail up that mountain is filled with the bones of people who tried to win one for the Gipper.”
“Okay, Mister Smarty Pants, what are you planning on doing?”
“Wait on God. Then, when He speaks, I’ll help build His kingdom.”
A loud sigh came through my phone.
“Lord, I’m married to a man with his head in the sand.” She paused to add emphasis to her next point. “So, why build God’s kingdom now when nobody seems to care about God?”
“Ah, this is the perfect time. People have their guards down and their hearts are exposed. Many are angry about one issue or another. Many are losing hope. We just need some groups like the early Salvation Army and leaders like William Booth to come forth right now. The gospel will then invade cities. It will be a great time for all of us.”
“Yeah, right! How can you and I be so different, and still get along?
“I’m praying God will change you.”
“Funny that you say that because I’m praying the same prayer for you,” she said. “But still and all, I love you.”
“Honey, I love you.” (The Hunt for Larry Who, a memoir, © by Larry Nevenhoven, Amazon eBook)
In 1980, I voted as a Democrat for President Jimmy Carter when he ran against Ronald Reagan.
I voted as a Republican for Senator John McCain when he ran against President Barack Obama in 2008.
I now consider myself a political dropout who has not voted in an election since 2008. I plan on remaining as a political dropout until I die. Period.
(Continued in Part 15)