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Not a political creature


I'm not a very political creature. Okay, that's an understatement. I vote, but I can't remember ever voting happily. I don't like any politicians by nature. My mom instilled that in me, declaring that "Politics is dirty business" and that no one gets elected without owing a lot of people a lot of favors. I figure, like all the stuff Mom told me, this is true.

With that, I do like America. It's been a good idea so far, despite things like school lunch programs, thong underwear and infomercials. We have a great and beautiful country and we, the people, have proved over and over again that we are generous, helpful, creative and pretty darn fun.

We sure aren't perfect though. We have yet to figure out to get health care to the people who need it the most without going bankrupt, how to wipe out the entire porn industry, or a way to keep teenage boys' pants up (oh, is THAT what belts are for???)

One of my very favorite people is a woman named Edith Stein. She's an official Saint, a martyr at Auschwitz. She was a far smarter woman than I, having studied phenomonological philosophy in her native Germany. (I can hardly spell "phenomonology", let alone understand it.) She said, of her nation prior to WWII, "The nation... doesn't simply need what we have. It needs what we are."

I think this is a great thing for Catholics and our fellow Christians to remember. If we are striving to be the people of Christ, true disciples, we will indeed impact our nation. We will change our homes, our towns and cities, and our country. We can really, really mean, "Your Kingdom come, Your will be done, on earth as it is in Heaven." And in doing His will, we can become exactly what our nation needs: people of Truth and goodness, life and joy. At a time in America where the stuff we have seems to be SO important, we need to remember that who we are is what is needed most. A really smart lady told me so.

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