An Unusual Good Friday Post

If you’ve been reading this blog for a while, you know it’s unorthodox. If you are new to this page, welcome. Today’s topic is: A typical Christian’s response to the end of Lent.

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For most Christians, Christmas is the big holiday. You get to celebrate the birth of your Savior, meet up with friends, celebrate with family. For the rest of us, Easter is the point of the whole exercise – redemption, resurrection, eternal life. If you go to the blog roll on the right you will no doubt find many blogs talking about those topics today. All of them will be right – it is a great day today, the beginning of the end for death. On Sunday, death dies.

The reality is that many people who identify as Christians are thinking about the fact that they’ve made it through Lent with their sacrifice intact. This year I gave up pastry, donuts, bakery (unless I was at a restaurant – exactly once in the last month) and continued with my 12 hour a day fasting plan. I’d started the fast at the beginning of the year, and last night it dawned on me that I was doing pretty well. I’d started the 12 hour a day thing to offer up something to God for a dream I was pursuing. I will likely continue it to remind me, each day, that I owe God more than a little something. Every time I’m hungry (which is frequent) I thank Him for my gifts and the fact that my hunger is optional.

Last night, however, I became a little crazed with the cumulative effects of all this fasting. I dove into the bag of cashews on my desk, I snarfed candy, I … well, I still fasted 12 hours but I did think an awful lot about:

Today’s Thai pizza. Yes, a pizza with chicken, basil, shredded carrots, garlic, and other Thai spices. That is scheduled for noon. I will be sharing it with my friend Brenda.

My planned run to the Mexican Bakery Saturday so that when I break the fast on Sunday I will have a large assortment of cookies to feast upon.

Those succulent Mineola oranges on my desk. Sweet, tart, juicy – I could use one right about now but I have an hour to go in the fast….

Finally, I thought about the fact that my little offering hasn’t even got a patch on hanging on a cross.

Thanks, God, for sending your son. Thanks, Jesus, for taking my filth and hauling it away.

I guess I can continue the daily fast for a while longer. It’s a good reminder of what He’s done for me. But today, that pizza sure sounds good.

Have a blessed Easter.

The Time Is Here For Voter Identification Laws In Every State.

Oh, that will start a fire storm. But if you are a rational person who’d like to look at what the law is in 2014, not 1964, perchance you’ll learn and grow reading this post today. I did a lot of research to prepare this entry and spent a lot of time pondering the issue. If you can set aside your prejudices for a bit we might all improve the state of voting in our republic.

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First, I owe a debt of gratitude to Ballotpedia.org for their delightfully comprehensive set of links to all of the states and the associated voting laws. Out of the 50 states only three didn’t work. I couldn’t get to them on the web anyway, so it probably wasn’t the link at issue, but the state server. This is an excellent resource for researching the voting laws across the nation.

There are many schools of thought on the need, or the lack thereof, for voter identification. There is a long history of community voting in our nation, where the people at the polls recognized you and fraud was minimal. This had a darker side, that people who “shouldn’t” vote were denied the franchise even when constitutionally qualified. That evil side was enforced with things like poll taxes, voter testing, and a requirement to produce documents that didn’t exist in many cases. It was a clear case of one class of people suppressing another class in the vote. Since we don’t pull punches at this blog, it was largely used by white people to keep minority groups, specifically African Americans, Hispanics, and Native Americans from being able to vote. If those barriers were not enough, terror and intimidation were frequently employed to ice the cake.

Most, if not all, of that (on a De jure basis) came to a halt in the 1960s with the civil rights movement. The last poll tax fell in 1966 – 48 years ago. In the intervening years things have not always been hunky-dory in our nation’s treatment of legal voters. There have been pockets where intimidation still continued until fairly recent times. There has, however, been a steady progress toward eliminating this legal roadblock that once prevented some in our country from being fully enfranchised citizens. We are probably as close to perfect in that regard as we have ever been as a nation. It is my contention that it is time to quit looking back and start looking forward in an effort to legitimize and enfranchise the voters in a secure manner.

Voter suppression is the term most often cast about to describe an effort by one group to prevent another group from voting. I think it is a misused term. This topic is especially painful to African American descendants who grew up in the south. There really was voter suppression in that case, often violently enforced. The same applied to many tribes in the rest of the country where they simply weren’t allowed to vote in elections. That has changed. For the better. A lot.

We all need to recognize that bad things were done at some point in our history to minorities. The institutional nature of that injustice is no longer prevalent. Are there still prejudiced mutton heads in our country? Yup. Have been, worldwide, since the dawn of time. One thing will fix that, but I’m not sure when He’s coming back. Nobody is, so be ready.

Some states currently have a requirement for voter identification to be presented at the polls, or to obtain an absentee ballot. I endorse this solution to voter fraud. Is there enough voter fraud to make it worthwhile? Yes. I was a poll watcher a few cycles back and was saddened by the criminal nonsense I saw taking place. By merely questioning/challenging the vote of these suspect people most of them fled. Not argued, not discussed, turned on their heels and fled to avoid having to explain their charade. I didn’t confront them. The election judges were tipped off by the two poll watchers (one from each major party at the polls) and then the judges took it from there for action. In every case the person left quickly without another word. Each had suddenly remembered someplace they needed to be.

Every fraudulent vote eliminates one that was legally cast. Each time we allow anyone, on any side of any issue, to cheat at the polls it diminishes each of us and our voice in this republic.

After examining each of the states requirements for voter identification it became clear to me that an easy, workable solution was available to help tighten this whole mess up. Most states allow for a combination of documents to be used to vote at the polls without a photo identification card. These include bank statements, utility bills, mortgage receipts, college identity cards, and any state or federally issued document (passport, concealed handgun permit, etc.) to be used in a combination of two without a photo or one with a photo. The ballot is then largely secured. I think we can, as a nation, take it one step further, and apply this in every state for election validity.

Nobody would be paying a poll tax. There is an argument that some make that any document you have to produce, or any work you have to do to obtain an identification card, is a poll tax in some way. That’s not a valid point in 2014. You can’t do anything, including getting on a Greyhound bus, without a photo identity card in this world today. I think the franchise of voting should be worth more than getting a bus ticket to Omaha. Not financially, but in terms of making sure you have the documents required to vote in time to vote. Each of the states that had a requirement to produce an identification card at the polls had an option available for a free card for the indigent, or those who did not have another form of state identification. (Except North Dakota – I couldn’t find the scoop on how to get a state identification card there and finally gave up.)

No more just showing up at the polls and voting without any identification, except your word as a scholar and nice person. If that is to be allowed, then let it be a provisional ballot that would require vetting before the vote is certified. Thus, if you lose your wallet on election day, you can cast your ballot and just show up at the county clerk’s office within 24 hours with the documents needed to prove who you are (utility bill, bank statement, student id, etc.) and the vote is then certified.

This would not present a roadblock to minority voting. The argument that the shadows of the past will darken the landscape and scare older voters into not voting any more is a straw man at best. The landscape has changed since the 1966 time frame. We are a better nation. But we are a nation facing voter fraud that is changing the results of elections. I don’t think that identification benefits one political persuasion more than any other, but it is time to change our ways and come into a modern era. No longer does the election judge know everyone in their area. Our agrarian past is no longer a valid basis for identification of legitimate voters.

If we all honestly and peacefully discuss ways to implement this, and avoid name-calling and emotional responses, we can find a way to make our elections honorable and honest again. I hope and pray that we, as a people, have come far enough to talk to each other about this in a rational manner.

Thank you for your time and attention.

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Chirpy Has A Life Of His Own – Writer’s Beware.

This little guy is my boy Chirpy.

Chirpy

Chirpy

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Chirpy is a character I created when I wrote about a wild bird that was trapped in my basement in 2013. It was just a throw away of a blog post. An acknowledgement that God does listen when we pray. That each creature (except the pigeons next door) is special.

My wife loved the story. For months she asked if the little birds that came by the table where we enjoy the yard was Chirpy. I’ll be honest – all fat little sparrows look alike to me. But it was obviously important to her.

I asked my artist friend Lauren Mattson to create a drawing of Chirpy. I presented it to my wife as a gift this last fall. She was over the moon with joy when she saw the picture. For the first time in years there was little delay in getting something framed in my house – it was up on the wall within a month.

The moral of the story is that you have to take your creations as seriously as God does his when you’re a writer. You never know when that character you create will touch a heart. I’ve written about the death of some of my characters and found myself sobbing. (No, my mancard isn’t in jeopardy.) It’s tough to kill someone you’ve grown to know – and those characters are real to writers. Now, with that in my mind, and Chirpy on the wall, I’m doubly sensitive to how I deal with my characters.

I can’t kill them in a gruesome way, no matter the payoff – ah, that’s a lie. If the payoff is big enough I’ll do it in a heartbeat. But I will examine the cost/benefit more closely when I do it. I don’t want to put anyone into a funk because I need a plot device. And Chirpy? He’s safe. Now that darned turtle I created ten years ago – he’s fair game.

Enemy To Footstool In 14 Months.

Stormy is snoozing on the couch right now. But she was snoozing on my lap a little while ago before I wandered over to the computer to write. She’s made an amazing journey that just keeps getting better all the time. Once again, it’s time to share/bore you with a Stormy story. 20140210_114927

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When she came to our house it was clear that she wanted nothing to do with me. She tolerated Kip, but I was her enemy. Not in the snarling/fangs/attack sense, but she feared me as someone who would do her harm. It took a few months for her to warm up to the point where she’d come within arms reach unbribed. (Is that a word?)

Last night I was lying on the floor watching television. Kip was on the couch and Stormy was on the floor nearby. After about thirty minutes she wandered over and stared at Kip. Moments later she was using me as a step ladder to get up on the couch. I thought that was pretty funny. It became even more comical when I realized that my wife was not involved in the nonsense – Stormy was trying to get at a cookie on a plate that was on the couch.

That’s remarkable progress for a rescue animal to have made. She knew, deep in her heart, that she was safe in stepping on me to get at that cookie. She didn’t get it, but she did come back twice to try. It was only on the third try that I realized what she was up to in putting her paws on my abdomen. The fear was gone. I was safe.

This morning we got up at my insanely early start to the week. I decided to watch a movie before heading out to breakfast. She hopped up on the couch and snuggled up against my leg. Sound asleep in five minutes. Snoring, running in her sleep, the whole deal.

When I returned from my breakfast she was right back on the couch, right up against me for the duration. Comfort flowed both directions.

How did we get here? We both gave space and time a chance. I think it will continue to grow more and more into the love I hope for given our mutual efforts to trust and be gentle with each other. I also promise not to try and use her for a footstool – that’s a one-way street.

Dogs – love with paws.

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Go Buy The Wedding Game By Amy Matayo – It’s .99 This Weekend

There. That was straightforward. The Wedding Game by my friend Amy Matayo is less than a buck for the Kindle version this weekend.

It doesn’t get better than that – unless it’s free. Or, if Amy sent you a jar of jam with it, or something. I don’t know. I do know that if I were a woman I’d be Amy Matayo.

On second thought, that didn’t come across quite right. If I was a woman, but good looking and funny I’d be Amy. That may still miss the mark a bit. Let’s just say that she’s one of my favorite female authors because she’s as nuts as I am. Ah, that may fit the bill exactly.

The review is here. Don’t use the links on that page, I think one is broken. Use this link to buy the book. And buy her new book Love Gone Wild while you’re at it today.

Seriously, she’s funny and the books are fun. I’m done shilling now. Get reading. And have a great weekend.