
Last Saturday was one of those good days, until it wasn’t. My 1964 graduating class (pictured above) held its 60th reunion at lunch time in Wapakoneta, OH, my hometown, which is about an hour away from my house under normal conditions.
I had my usual problems with inertia when I woke up, you know “a body at rest tends to stay at rest.” That combined with a home maintenance issue I needed to tend to and road construction delay made me about 30 minutes late arriving at the reunion.
As the only clergy person in our class I normally get asked to deliver a prayer to begin the program at our reunions. And I had prepared a prayer (which I have posted separately). I didn’t get to offer my prayer since I was late and learned that someone else had prayed so lunch could begin on time – which is a good thing, to remind everyone that lay people can pray just fine.
I enjoyed visiting with my classmates, learned that many more had died or were in failing health than when we met five years ago. Maybe that reminder of our mortality made us more willing to talk. At least it seemed our conversations were more open.
From the reunion I drove a few miles further to visit an aunt and a cousin who live now in an assisted living/nursing facility. I had good visits with both of them and a good trip home listening to an audio book as I drove.
Because I was listening to a book I did not hear the news of what had happened to former President Trump in Pennsylvania until I turned the TV on later that evening.
If you know me at all you know that I am no fan of Donald Trump. But the news that we had another act of political violence sent me into a deep depression. I was and am glad that President Trump was not hurt any worse, but this recurring nightmare is getting really old.
I’ve lived through at least nine political assassinations or attempted ones. (JFK, MLK, RFK, George Wallace, Ronald Reagan, Paul Pelosi, Gabbie Gifford, Steve Scalise, and Donald Trump). That’s in a 61 year span or on average one every seven years! Our insane love affair with guns is literally killing our dream of democracy.
My funk lasted all day Sunday as I watched all the news I could stand about the assassination attempt. And then the sun did come up again, and I felt better this morning (Monday). Life moved on, and I decided to watch less news and refuse to let my emotions be controlled by all those things I cannot control or impact.
My resolve was sorely tested. Another of Trump’s hand-picked judges dismissed the classified document case in the morning and by afternoon we learned that Trump’s Vice President pick is a senator from my own state. J.D. Vance, in my opinion, was the worst of the three final apprentice candidates on Trump’s list.
Vance has out hypocrited all the other hypocrites by moving from one of Trump’s most vocal critics in 2016 to sucking up so much that he is now Trump’s chosen running mate. Moreover Vance was one of the very first to fan the flames of violence on Saturday by saying that Biden’s rhetoric was directly responsible for the attempt on Donald Trump’s life.
At a time when calling for peaceful and respectful conduct is so badly needed Vance’s comments were like throwing gas on a fire already on the verge of uncontrollable. Vance is more radical than Trump on reproductive freedom; he is opposed to helping Ukraine in her life and death fight against Putin.
Vance is a terrible choice, and I must stop now before I drag myself down again into the pit of despair.
If you are one who prays, please do so for our broken country.
