I had a magic red ticket.
It took me through secret service checkpoints and through a maze of barriers and it took me right into the VIP section for today’s rally for Mark Dayton and his bid for governorship of Minnesota.
I was there for the main attraction: President Barack Obama was speaking on the University of Minnesota campus. He was there to remind us all that within us each resides the power of the vote and the power of passion and influence.
I was there with my daughter, who was the generator of said magic ticket. Her friend is an advisor of Obama’s who urged Leah to fly from Denver to Mpls for the event. Of course she did. I got to be her date.
We zipped on the pink scooter through the streets of downtown Minneapolis (I am now well aware that the end of October means chill in the air), laughing all the way. That was on the way there. On the way home we were flying and laughing and so moved by the experience.
We were there. In a field house filled with Minnesota goodness: Garrison Keillor was a mere ten people away, Tubby Smith was resplendent in his Gophers regalia, Senators and Representatives and people of all skin hues, ages and walks of being were gathered and together we made a ruckus when Obama took the stage.
I don’t know how any person has the soul strength to withstand the barbs and the skullduggery that politics seems to inspire. Persons willing to lead are scapegoated so thoroughly: fears of a people get slathered all over their beings and facts matter less than the delight of naming a nemesis.
The text I’m preaching on tomorrow has to do with having the faith it takes to allow our own goodness and potential to be nurtured and shared with a world desperate for the light that is ours to shine.
And so I pray for all people: keep your light lit. Keep your light lit when people fear change so much that they will take to the light with oxygen-killing condemnation and derision.
We are meant-to-be-shared light, we followers of the Way. Oh, yes we can. And must. And God willing, we do.