It’s mid-term election season. Also known as do-not-answer-your-phone season. Or my-yard-signs-cancel-your-yard-signs season.
This year promises to be another ‘voting against’ year, like the 2016 presidential election, when everyone I know was voting against a candidate and not for someone they really respected. At this point I know a lot of people, maybe including me–not sure yet–who are voting with the hope of creating a critical mass in state or national legislatures, enough to move things along in another direction, or to maintain the current policies.
Even if your “side” won both contests, you know the danger of bringing up politics at Thanksgiving dinner this year. The gridlock in Washington right now has everyone distressed. We used to think that if we can just get more of our side elected, sanity might return to our system. But it hasn’t proven true, not at all.
It’s enough to make you throw up your hands in despair.
Your vote might not count that much in most elections, but voting accomplishes more than selecting leaders for public office. We have stop thinking that unless we can do something substantial or measurable, we might as well do nothing.
What does that felt-tip pen in your hand at the voting booth accomplish besides filling in little ovals that seem to disappear into a giant hopper of abstraction?
I could remind you that it is an action worth dying for, as in our military fighting for freedoms such as this. I could wax eloquent about the democratic form of government.
This time I want you to think of what it does for you.
Voting makes a statement that you not only exist as a name on a voter registration list. You inhabit a body that needs care, whether the way you are treated comes through Affordable Care or is maddeningly controlled by third party payers (insurance companies).
You have opinions about the candidates because you grew up in a particular place and time, in your family, in your circumstances. You read and pay attention. You have experience that affects the way you perceive people. You know what kind of people you trust as leaders. Voting is a statement that you matter. Sometimes you have to do things to remind yourself that you care.
Deep down, you know that small things—like your single vote—matter. You know how to hunt because your dad got up early on fall mornings and not only took you along, he asked you what kind of sandwich you wanted him to pack. You love to read because Mom read to you , at least when she wasn’t too exhausted from work. You hunt mushrooms every year because a friend asked you to try one just once. You have brown eyes because of a tiny gene contained in an embryo that grew into the person reading this.
Do you want your vote to matter more? Back it up with more votes you get to make every day. Smile at the young person who puts the groceries in your trunk. Write a check to support your church. Pick up your neighbor’s branches when you’re in the yard working anyway. Make the choice for restraint instead of reacting once or twice today. Listen to your cantankerous uncle—be curious—instead of arguing, just this once.
The little ovals we fill in on the ballot (the format where I live) are as small as seeds. But seeds grow into life-giving plants that actually bear fruit. It is remarkable what comes from such a small thing.
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Well said, Deb. I agree wholeheartedly that we go to the polls and vote from your heart. Anyone who chooses not to vote does not have the right to complain about the outcomes. I’m proud to say that you’re my sister, both genetically and spiritually.