Let’s not talk politics, but let’s talk about politics. This past Sunday, I thought long and hard about including the line “We give thanks, O Lord, that the election is finally over” in the Prayers of the People, but I didn’t. I also thought long and hard about preaching on the aftermath of the election, but I didn’t. The only mention made this past Sunday about the election was praying for Donald, the President-elect, in the Prayers of the People.
A month or so ago, I received a text message from a friend. “Have you ever seen Gone with the Wind,” it read. “Oh gosh, I thought. Has she been talking with my Mother?” There is only one person in the world who has ever asked me if I have seen Gone with the Wind. There is only one person in the world who even cares if I have seen Gone with the Wind: my mother.
The Chapel is my home. The Chapel has been my home since I was a one-year old, and now I am 14. I have been attending my school for 9 years, my ballet school for 12 years, martial arts for a year now, and I have been living in my house for 5 years. I consider all of these places my home, but the one place that has been my home the longest, is the Chapel. Going on 13 years, the Chapel has always been a place that I consider my home.
I had a blog written. It was about All Saints’ Day and the communion of saints. All of that is still important. But, we will always have the communion of saints and All Saints’ Day will come again next year on November 1st. However, I do not know if I will see the Cubs win another World Series.