Remembering election day

Coffee Girl


Renae Brumbaugh is a bestselling author, award-winning humor columnist, and freelance writer.

Renae Brumbaugh is a bestselling author, award-winning humor columnist, and freelance writer.

It’s hard to believe it’s elect-a-president year again. The last one left me confused and, to be honest, a little traumatized. I long for the days when we had hard choices on election day, because everyone on the ballot was a decent, hardworking patriot with our country’s best interest in mind. Or at least that’s what we thought. The internet has long since dissipated any such happy illusions. I honestly believe that, in this day and age, you’d have to be either crazy or corrupt to subject your family to the scrutiny and lies and bad press that comes with our nation’s highest office. That’s why I won’t be running this year.

I know you’re disappointed.

I do remember an election, more than a decade ago, when I had the best time standing in line to vote. I went to the wrong location and waited for an hour, only to be sent to another place. I’d be rezoned, but nobody bothered to tell me. Or if they did, I didn’t listen.

But none of that mattered because waiting in line in a small town is a social event. I visited with several friends I didn’t see often. We chatted and sipped our coffee, just like we’d made this appointment on purpose. Even the people who were strangers when we got in line were old friends by the time I reached the front. We snickered at the empty candy machines somebody should have filled before election day. We took pictures and tweeted and Facebooked about how everyone else was tweeting and Facebooking about their election experiences.

One of the coolest things about that day was that not one person asked who I was voting for. We laughed and smiled and talked about our kids and our cars and the weather, and everyone seemed to genuinely enjoy the process. I’m not naïve enough to think all my line-mates voted for the same person I did. But isn’t that what we tell ourselves? The nice, smart, intelligent people are the ones who think like we do. The dumb, socially backward, mean, awkward people are the ones who voted for the other guy. Right?

Be honest.

That year, my guy didn’t win. I was really disappointed about that. But rather than hang my head and grumble about the results, I held my head high. I was—and still am—proud to live in a country where we can all be so different, and yet the same. I’m blessed to live in a nation where my voice is heard. And I’m grateful to live in a place where the other guy’s voice is heard, even if I don’t like what he says.

Most of all, I’m glad to be part of a nation where our same- ness bonds us together, despite our differences. I don’t think I saw one person in line that day who wouldn’t fight to defend our country’s freedom, no matter what it took.

The election process reminds me of an important truth. My citizenship in the USA is temporary. One day, I’ll move to a more permanent home. In that place, there won’t be any long voting lines. There will be no elections, for the ruler is permanent. God, the King of Kings and Lord of Lords, is a merciful, compassionate ruler, gracious and loving, generous and kind.

And the economy there is out of this world! Streets of gold… and each citizen has their own place, specially prepared by the Prince Himself. When we arrive, we’ll be crowned and welcomed, not as mere citizens, but as part of the King’s own family.

I know all these things because the King told me so. He wrote me a long letter, called the Bible. The more I read it, the more excited I get about all the good things waiting for me. Plus, I already have access to much of the King’s treasury, right here and now.

Read it for yourself. You can have access, too.

In the meantime, while I wait for that future citizenship to become active, I’ll do my best to be a good citizen here. And hopefully, come election day, I’ll get to spend some time with old friends and make some new ones as I stand in line to vote.

“The Lord has established his throne in heaven, and his kingdom rules over all.” Psalm 103:19

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