As some of you are aware, I am considering a run for office in the California legislature. My original intention was to run as an independent. But my daughter Darcy, who has volunteered to manage my campaign, and who is a force in Arizona politics, assured me that winning as an independent simply won’t happen
To which I said, “I’m not going to win anyway.”
And she said, “Why not?”
And I said, “Because I’m an introvert, a writer, not a lawyer, and the winners are extroverts and lawyers.”
“So why run, if you don’t intend to win?”
“Because I feel like it,” I said, rather than alienate my agnostic prospective campaign manager by admitting I believe God had given me an assignment.
“Then,” she said, “you need to run as a Democrat.”
She’s a Democrat, and the guy I would be facing, a Republican, is trying to convince the people of our district that the idea of making California a sanctuary state should make us tremble.
Having lived forever near the southern border, I have known plenty of Mexicans and immigrants from Mexico both legal and not, and I fear them far less than I fear the wall builders.
So I said, “Okay, Democrat it is.”
My dear friend Mark, an earnest Christian who voted for Trump, agreed to not only vote for me but to work on my behalf. But when he talked to Maggie, his wife, about my candidacy, she asked what party I would belong to, and when he said Democrat, she said “Well I won’t vote for him, and you’d better not work for him either.”
Her reason? Because she had never voted for a Democrat and never would.
Same with Karen, my Methodist mother-in-law.
And with a friend of my friend David. This fellow asked me, “How can a Christian possibly vote for a Democrat?”
Sure, I could have asked in return, “How can a Christian vote for people who don’t appear to give a hoot about anything but holding onto what they have and getting more of it, no matter the cost to others?”
Or I could’ve referred him to Jesus’ Beatitudes or to Isaiah 61. Or to this article entitled And Jesus Said Unto Paul of Ryan. It’s smart and fun.
But I chose not to argue during a golf game.
Anyway, I’m not fond of verbal arguments. Otherwise, I would’ve gone to law school rather than becoming a teacher and writer. Teachers and writers are about thinking and presenting and defending the truth. Lawyers are about arguing.
Which is why I would make a fine legislator but will be mighty surprised if I get elected.