I was listening to NPR this morning as I was driving in to
work. Sometimes I listen to music…sometimes
to NPR…often the radio is off and it’s relatively quiet in the truck. But today, the public radio station was
already on, so I listened to that. The
talk was of the tax bill that currently is winding its way through the
congressional gauntlet. Evidently, the
House of Representatives has passed one version, and the Senate is slated to
take up its version after Thanksgiving.
The NPR story talked about that, but also mentioned a kind
of dust-up in the Senate Finance Committee where the chair, Senator Hatch, got
a little testy with the opposition Democrats who continually needle the
Republicans with a “Benefit the rich,” cry regarding the tax bill. Mr. Hatch took umbrage at that, saying
something to the effect that it was ludicrous to think the Republicans were sidling
up to the rich with this bill.
I then thought of those who were making these decisions…those
politicians, party workers, and power brokers.
I thought about the fact that they haven’t a clue how I live, just as I
haven’t a clue how the rich and famous live.
They have their own morality, their own ethics, and their own standards. And those ethics, morality, and standards
aren’t the same as mine or yours. When
looked at from our perspective, their money and power have corrupted them until
they cannot see that they are way off of the boat and in deep water.
Of course, from their perspective, they can’t understand why
we commoners have such disdain for them, calling them every nefarious name in
the book, making fun of and mocking them…lumping them all into the corrupt
politician basket. “I work hard,” they
say, “in public service.” “Why do you
not appreciate what I do for you?”
And then…then…I thought that it would be wonderful when the
end of it all finally comes, and we can enjoy the eternal feast of God that He
is preparing for His people. No more
Republican/Democrat/Independent/Green
Party/Libertarian/Socialist/Pacifist/Communist parties. No more wrangling over who gets the biggest
tax breaks. No more fighting over health
care. No more worries about North
Korea. No more groping/harassment complaints. No more “smoking guns.” No more Russian collusion. No more abortions (or abortion fights). No more Westboro Baptist Church.
Even so, come quickly, Lord Jesus.
