I could never be president.
And though I honor the position, I’m not sure how to celebrate President’s Day today.
There are no tall top hats hiding in my closet. I don’t have a set of wooden teeth laying around the house and I haven’t used a feathered calligraphy pen and bottle of ink since art class in high school.
I’m terrible at art.
And taking time off.
To me, it’s another working day. For some, it might mean shopping and a major white sale with new fluffy towels and discounted sheets with a high thread count for the guest bedroom.
The kids in school today will no doubt hear stories of past presidents, the pioneer politicians for our great nation.
I remember trying to earn a Presidential award in sixth grade but it challenged me on other things I wasn’t good at, like running fast and climbing a rope.
Pull-ups and push-ups have never been my thing except for those ice cream push up things and I’d run as fast as I could to catch the ice cream truck as soon as I heard the chiming bells of the speakered song.
Actually, I think I always got a bomb pop.
Because they were big and bright, red, white and blue.
And I’m patriotic like that.
My friend Kim is starting a new design consulting business where she uses what a homeowner already has and better prepares a home for sale by eliminating excess clutter and boxing treasures for senior sellers.
Sellers who have gone through periods like the Great Depression, World Wars and the bombing of Pearl Harbor. They are a thrifty generation that holds on to things, things like knick knacks they don’t really need, aluminum foil they can wash and the people who have always been in their lives.
It’s a generation of people who understand love and loyalty, hard work and respect. They were a people led by presidents who had to be strong during difficult times and were raised to do the right thing. Even when no one is watching.
Now it seems we thrive on watching the disorder and chaos among us. We tune in to more drama and love to listen to ugly words and back and forth bantering that is angry and hate filled.
I hear stories from kids who have been hurt and unaccepted by their peers. I also know what it’s like to own a story and a past that causes people to hate you. Most mornings I pray that God would help me to have a loving heart towards all people. The ones who are kind and the ones who are not. The people who agree and those who don’t, but still agree to disagree, out of respect.
Hateful words are hard to drown out.
In his farewell to the Presidency speech, Richard Nixon said, “Always remember others may hate you but those who hate you don’t win unless you hate them. And then you destroy yourself.”
In Luke chapter 6 it says, “Love your enemies, do good to those who hate you.”
Haters gonna hate.
Readers gonna read.
Lovers gonna love.
Bakers gonna bake.
I think how hard it must be to lead the people who are not the pillars of past generations, the ones who didn’t have the benefit of surviving and growing up through challenging and hard times.
I wonder how you go about leading generations of people who refuse to lead themselves?
Or the ones who are simply not able to.
We need great Presidents to help us with the push-ups and the pull-ups and the getting back up again. Not because we want an award, but because we’ve finally had enough of being down.
We need a President to inspire, protect, respect, honor and lead us again to being a great and united country. One nation, under God.