Last Tuesday, the midterm elections saw the lowest voter turnout in over 70 years. Then a few days ago an article about a New York best selling author, whose life had come undone and who couldn’t even get a holiday temp job at the Container Store went viral.
It may seem that these two incidents are unconnected, but I think not.
I was at the movies Saturday night, a week and a half ago, when my cell phone started going nuts. This isn’t unusual for many people, but it is for me. I don’t get a lot of calls, or texts, but suddenly, within the span of about 5 minutes I had several of each. I admit that I took a quick look at my phone. With that short glance I knew both what the problem was, and that it was being taken care of. The gas company wanted the church to switch off of gas and onto our alternative fuel.