Have Your Election Cake and Eat It Too

“Do you want to see who can fling the eyeball the farthest?”

“Oh I definitely want to see who can fling the eyeball the farthest.”

When a six-year-old asks if you want to fling an eyeball, you fling an eyeball. It’s what you do.

And maybe snap a quick photo because how hilarious is it that I’m flinging an eyeball!?!?!

Of all the things I thought I’d never be doing in my life …

Also apparently I have eyeball flinging skills. Who knew.

Since last we spoke – just in the past week alone – we’ve experienced …

 … the remnants of a hurricane blowing through, which occurred on …

It was a dark and stormy night …
… with all seasons in one day..

… Beggar’s Night aka Trick-or-Treat …

Slugs blew in with the hurricane.

… a Buckeye victory over Penn State on actual Halloween with a full moon while eating Chick-fil-A …

… a presidential election that pretty much defies description and whose results we’ll know … I have no idea when.

There were memes about “emotional support Canadians” the day after election day. “If you do not have an emotional support Canadian, one will be assigned to you shortly.”

Bring on the maple syrup, eh?

We kept Hallmark Christmas movies on all day election day, in case anyone was wondering. It’s so satisfying to check off the “I Watched” box in the app. If only real life involved living happily ever after while finding love while throwing an event together in six days and baking cookies and drinking hot cocoa. Sigh.

Recently a pastor acquaintance posted a super negative, super judgmental story on social media. It wasn’t his first. I’m sure it won’t be his last. As with so many social media posts in the current climate, I scrolled on while praying.

All I could think was, “I pray you find grace for those you hate.”

A couple days ago while texting with a friend, autocorrect tried to change my attempt at the word “bitterness” to “butterflies”.

Hmmm.

While highly amused and admitting it sounds like trite Christianese, I said I’d cross-stitch “turn your bitterness to butterflies” on a pillow someday.

In breaking election news I missed prior to Tuesday … apparently election cakes are a thing. I haven’t researched the best recipe, but here you go. The article mentions raisins. I just say no to raisins. There have to be better options out there.

Do you remember in Romans 14 where it says don’t judge other believers for what they do or do not eat? (Like raisins, I suppose.) Right before that, though, the chapter starts with a more general statement:

Accept other believers who are weak in faith, and don’t argue with them about what they think is right or wrong. ~Romans 14:1

We get distracted by all the verses about food choices, but I’m pretty sure the point was don’t argue about stuff that really doesn’t matter. Perhaps a more relevant modern-day example might be … don’t argue about politics and religion on social media. Or bait others into arguments about politics and religion on social media.

So let’s stop condemning each other. Decide instead to live in such a way that you will not cause another believer to stumble and fall. ~Romans 14:13

But but but … such and such is indisputable!

Are you sure? People will find a way. Maybe take a breath first.

I pray you all find grace for those you hate. I pray you turn your bitterness into butterflies.

Et laissez nous manger le gâteau electoral.

Or laissez nous manger le soup du jour. Butternut. So good.
It looks like it’s smiling at me. Maybe I should add an eyeball.
We have tile in progress!

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