SO WHAT IF HE WAS!

During the last few months I have heard a lot of reasons to vote for McCain and an equal amount of reason why I should vote for Obama. What allows me to peer into the soul of this country are the reasons why I should NOT vote for a candidate. When I hear someone on TV give me an obviously absurd reason why I should or should not vote for someone I can disregard that because there is a certain disconnect. That person lives hundreds of miles away and I don’t even know them. However, recently I have been hearing some of these absurd reasons why I should or should not vote for a candidate from someone I know, someone close to home. I want to focus on one of these “reasons” that I’ve heard.

“Don’t Vote for Obama because he is a Muslim”
My reply resembles a famous song from the world’s greatest rock band, Metallica. “So ****** What”

So what if he was a Muslim? I mean never mind the fact that the biggest news item this summer was his Christian pastor that “spewed” Anti-American rhetoric. Never mind that he has raised his family Christian and baptized his children. Forget the fact people have been attacking him for his connection to Jeremiah Wright. What if he was Muslim? What if he was a Quran reading, Allah worshiping, real life Muslim? Does that mean he can’t or a more profound question shouldn’t be President of The United States of America? A country founded on religious freedoms?
It saddens me when I hear that type of propaganda from someone that is close to my son. Let there be no doubt in anyone’s mind what I would like my son to learn. So I have included the following:
A word to my Son:
Gabriel. As your father who loves you very much I want to say something to you to always remember long after I am turned into dust. Never judge a man based on his color, race, or religion. I don’t care if someone is gay, lesbian, Mexican, legal or illegal. Mormon, Catholic, Muslim, Atheist or Born Again Christian. I want you to look into his eyes and judge a man by his character. Judge him by his works. Judge him by his actions. If a man can look you in the eyes, make you a promise that he seals with a handshake and latter keep his word then he truly is a man worth knowing.
Your father was/is friends with people of every different religion, race, nationality and gender. Not because of any sole reason then that I have found good in their hearts and I aspire to surround myself with people who can make me a better man. My most important goal in this life is to die a good man. I would have failed in this mission if I would not vote for a man or women because of their religious beliefs. I love you Gabriel and I expect you to stand and be recognized for your valor, your courage, your honesty, and your love for those around you. A man gave me a Quran the other day and I gladly accepted that gift. Not because I want to be a Muslim, but because I know why I would share the gospel with him, and for him to want to share his belief with me shows me that he feels the same. I know he is a good man, a man that loves his children just as I love you. You are my son and I expect you to stand above hatred. I expect you to choose the right.

Now on a side note: Someone complained about Obama’s campaign plane and used the reason that “he removed the American flag” from his plane to add his own campaign emblem to the tail of the plane.
Give me a break! http://www.snopes.com/politics/obama/airplane.asp

Open Eyes

So, long before I was even a citizen of the United States of America, I thought for sure I would register Republican when I was able to vote. I thought that it was the party that more closely aligned it’s self with my thoughts and ideas. My morals and beliefs seemed to follow suit with what they represented. Now, as we approach the first elections of my citizenship, I find myself registering Independent and going to vote for, dare I say it, a Democrat.

I was speaking to the father of a friend of mine. I’ve longed to speak to him since the last elections because my friend told me that his father wanted to “tear me a new one” because I wanted to vote for G.W.B. When that day arrived I was thrilled to explain to him the reasons why Democrats are a godless and loathing people who only want gays to marry and teen mothers to slaughter their unborn children. Before I had my chance to dismantle his devilish political views, another man got to me first. His name shall remain nameless but his impact on me has touched me more than he knows. I saw it as a chance to sharpen my weapons before I went after bigger game. I was ready for everything he was going to throw at me except for what happened.

He began our discussion by asking me why I found myself leaning Republican. I replied that it was because Republicans closely aligned their views with my religious beliefs.
He then asked, “What religion are you?”
I was excited to reply, “Mormon!!” with my return missionary mentality.

He then schooled me as to what I believed. He explained that Mormons believed the Jesus Christ was the author of a great plan, detailed to give us, as God’s children, happiness. He explained that the fundamental corner stone of this plan was that we are able to choose for ourselves right and wrong, a gift called free agency. He then explained that the other plan that was presented to God’s children was a plan forcing us to do the right thing and not allowing us the chance to choose between the right way, or the wrong way. (Mind you he was not and is not Mormon) He then said based on that fundamental belief, he was surprised that I was picking a political party that was forcing the citizens of this country to choose what I believed was right verses allowing them to choose for themselves what was right or wrong. He ended the conversation because of a phone call and left me stunned and alone with my thoughts.

I am not saying I agreed with everything he had to say, but I was shocked that I had not seen that point of view.

Simply put, he opened my eyes.