Archive for May 2007

The Politics of Politics

Politicians make me angry sometimes. I know it’s a common feeling. People are always getting angry at politicians. And I know that sometimes they get a bad reputation that’s undeserved – that all politicians are lying, cheating, swindling scumbags. Sometimes it’s true; other times it’s not. But it certainly makes it hard to stand up for politicians, when their primary purpose seems to be to lie and make any promise they can in order to secure their position for a few years.

I can see how it would be a tough job. Politicians are supposed to represent the people in their ridings, and often that is tough enough in itself, with such variety and diversity of opinion. But then you have the political parties to throw a curveball into the whole mess. Despite the fact that some MPs might truly try to represent their constituents, the idea that they must vote along with their political party seems to throw everything off. They can’t do their job properly because they’re forced to either vote along with everyone else or give up their position. That’d be a tough choice for anyone, I think. Sure, they have a chance to vote freely within their parties, but again, it seems to be so far removed from the original population to make much of a difference. You have each riding vote one person into office. The one with the majority of votes gets in, and then this guy votes on issues, in which he is…Continue Reading

Cups of Water and Compassionate Ways

“And if anyone gives even a cup of cold water to one of these little ones because he is my disciple, I tell you the truth, he will certainly not lose his reward.” (Matthew 10: 42)“Do not forget to entertain strangers, for by so doing some people have entertained angels without knowing it.” (Hebrews 13:2)

Today I had the very unusual opportunity to fulfill these passages in a literal sense. I was watching some TV, and suddenly the doorbell rang. Now, I was at home by myself, and so usually I don’t answer the door unless it’s a little old lady or something. Usually I take a peek through the window, and if it’s someone I know, I open the door; otherwise, I ignore it. But the person rang the doorbell again, and then started knocking on the door, so I decided I might as well open it. Outside there was a man, of East Indian descent (or somewhere around that area anyways), with a clipboard. My first thought was, “Shouldn’t have opened the door. Don’t want whatever he’s selling.”

So anyways, first he asked if I was the homeowner, and I said no, and that he was not available. Then he started asking me if there was a plaza around here somewhere. I was sort of confused. His accent made it a little hard to understand what he was saying, but I got through to him that there was a plaza less than a block away, and pointed out…Continue Reading