Still trying to sort out how I feel about the whole thing - I mean, really? It felt - I dunno - cheap or something.
Like his handlers said to him, "Where can I find the most Republican voters on a Sunday morning who are wealthy?" And he came to our church.
I could have been fine with the whole, "Ya know, maybe he just needed a place to worship." Idea.
But then - driving down the hill - there they were.
Signs. Political signs.
Not on the church property, but on the road leading to church property.
LOTS of them.
That turned it for me - at that point, I start thinking, "Or. . . . maybe he just was trying to shore up his base."
Sigh. I hate thinking like that. Politics makes me jaded.
But to Speaker Gingrich's credit - this was not an advertised campaign stop. He didn't give a speech. He was acknowledged at the very end of the service - our church recognizes public servants when they attend (which isn't often, but it does happen).
And - most importantly - I don't know his heart. Can't claim to. Hey, I don't even know my heart most of the time! (see 2 Chronicles 6:30) So I've decided to shelve my immediate negative reaction, and trust that God's purposes are mysterious, and His ways are good.
I think some of my reaction has to do with my own northern upbringing - where you would almost NEVER see a politician in a church. But as my friend Laura posted on facebook today,
And a farm. Apparently, all politicians in Alabama grew up on a farm.
I mean, seriously? This was a vintage spot from 2 years ago. This is not a spoof. Really.
There is probably no point to this post. Just my political ramblings. Which make very little sense.
I'd better stick to recipes and homeschooling. Safer territory.
But what I do know? On Sunday, Speaker Gingrich and his 5 best friends (aka Secret Service) heard the gospel this past Sunday. Preached loudly, clearly, and without fear of man. For that, I am thankful.
Because really - it's all about keeping the main thing the main thing.