read Pat’s story instead

January 21, 2009

This year has been hard on me.  The being away, for sure, but also because it’s the first year that I followed the election with any sense of ownership.  I generally just get a cheat sheet from my mom and take it with me to the polls, but I didn’t want to do that this year. 

It all felt too real and for the first time history came alive.  At least to me.

I wasn’t reading about it in biographies or flipping through black and white pictures of it at Square Books.  I was a part of it.  And the feeling it gave me isn’t one I can explain.  It’s rooted in my love of Oxford and her sordid past and grounded in stories my Mamaw told me about working in cotton fields. 

Except now the stories are mine.  I just don’t have the words to tell them.

Pat did.  He told the story I wanted to tell and he told it exponentially better than I could have.  I don’t know who got Pat’s vote and you don’t know who got mine and honestly, I don’t think it matters. 

Because the fact is that today is a new day and our country has a new leader, but my King is bigger than any man and my faith is in Him alone.  So, go read Pat’s recap and how he saw history changing on a snowy day in Oxford, Mississippi.

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