I remember the first time I voted in a presidential election (1972). I felt so important. The anticipation of the event, the wonder at having a part in electing the next president, the sense of being a part of something so much bigger than myself… I was proud to be an American.

Much has changed in 36 years.

I actually don’t want to vote (I will), I get mad when trying to watch Andy Griffith because of all the political adds slandering, attacking and hating each other (I have no clue what any of them stand for or believe in other than their opponent is a child molester and snorts coke), the little road signs everywhere are pure trash (and will stay up even after the election) and the debates? Com’ on, surely these fellows can do better than that.

I was reading this morning in Matthew 20. The mother of James and John slipped in to see Jesus and asked if her two sons could be his Secretary of State and Vice President. Besides making the other ten disciples madder than a wet hen, Jesus brought up the requirements of a true leader — they are servants.

“You know that the rulers of the Gentiles lord it over them, and their high officials exercise authority over them. Not so with you. Instead, whoever wants to become great among you must be your servant, and whoever wants to be first must be your slave— just as the Son of Man did not come to be served, but to serve, and to give his life as a ransom for many.”

I wonder what would happen if our esteemed candidates would take this avenue?