We got up fairly early to cast our votes and then go out to breakfast. I was confounded briefly by the electronic voting machine because I couldn't find the card slot. After that, however, it was smooth screen-touching for me.
I have never had more pre-recorded phone messages from anyone before this election season. The most interesting part was that they were all from Republicans, urging me to protect our country and values from the bad people. I even got one while I sat down to type this telling me that "it's not too late if you haven't voted!" None of them did any good. Sorry.
For my Ohio readers, I'll go ahead and let you know that I'm against the encouragement of gambling addictions and increased revenue for race track owners, for the restriction on risk of lung cancer and emphysema in public places (the state law, not the corporate-sponsored constitutional amendment), for the raising of the minimum wage...and I voted for a school levy.
I missed the big UCC webcast. My buddy over at Jeremiah's Field watched it and said it was devoid of long-winded posturing speeches, for which I was grateful. The possibility of those types of speeches being included made me wary about tuning in. The main reason was that I attended a Son's Supper (or Dude's Dinner or Man's Meal). At any rate, it was at a UCC church which to me was symbolic that it took place at the same time as a national webcast celebrating what the UCC is about. We're about fellowship, breaking bread together, welcoming one another, and recognizing our unity in Christ, all which we did without the webcast.
Today is in part about self-care. Due to the unforeseen circumstances of my "vacation" week, today is a half-day for me to help make up for it. I took care of some things in the office this morning and now I'm sitting here taking a bit of sabbath.
The Haggard stuff is getting a lot more blog space. Actually, Mark Driscoll's response to the Haggard stuff is getting a lot more blog space. People have swooped in on this little nugget in particular:
Most pastors I know do not have satisfying, free, sexual conversations and liberties with their wives. At the risk of being even more widely despised than I currently am, I will lean over the plate and take one for the team on this. It is not uncommon to meet pastors’ wives who really let themselves go; they sometimes feel that because their husband is a pastor, he is therefore trapped into fidelity, which gives them cause for laziness. A wife who lets herself go and is not sexually available to her husband in the ways that the Song of Songs is so frank about is not responsible for her husband’s sin, but she may not be helping him either.
Emerging Grace and The Parish have the most well-rounded replies to this that I've read. I actually don't feel like writing out anything else about it. Those two blogs say it better than I would.
Enjoy your Election Day. If I'm still awake, I hope to tune in to the Midterm Midtacular on Comedy Central tonight. Otherwise, it's another cup of coffee and book for me.