Your Rambler is in a bad mood today. I’m tired. I got two hours’ sleep after work Thursday night, then drove to Missouri to see my son graduate from Army Transportation School, then drove back home, only to have him want me to go look at a car with him. Which I am normally glad to do, but did I mention the two hours’ sleep? And ten hours on the road? And then the Synonymous Rambler and I have been going round and round on something. I think I’m wrong and at fault, but then I almost always think I’m wrong. (Is it wrong to be right once in a while? And if I say I’m wrong and I really was wrong, does that make me right?) And it’s gray and cold outside. If I wanted that I’d move back to Ohio. So I’m not a happy Rambler right now. Perhaps by the time Saturday actually rolls around I’ll be Happy, but right now on Friday night, I’m Grumpy with a capital G. Is it ok if we just get to rambling?
I am aware of the offices of apostle, prophet, evangelist, pastor and teacher. What I didn’t know about was the office of evangelical political power broker. Cindy Costa of South Carolina apparently is one. She says she engages in this sport because of her “evangelical faith.” Meanwhile, a confab of conservative evangelicals (that phrase could open another can of gummy worms, but let’s not and say we did) met at a ranch near Houston last weekend to decide which presidential candidate should be the evangelical choice. Excuse me, which REPUBLICAN presidential candidate should be the choice among evangelicals. I suppose I should be grateful. After all, if they can come up with who my choice should be, that saves me the time and trouble of thinking for myself.
And then there is the all-important consideration of what Joel Osteen thinks about one particular candidate.
Apparently the number of Mexicans and Latin Americans crossing the border to the United States has dropped dramatically in the last few years. You know, all of those foreigners who some pastors and religious speakers love to shout need to be sent back to their own countries. Seems it is easier to find a good paying job with decent benefits in Mexico than it is in the U.S. right now. (How soon before middle managers, real estate sales reps and drummers are crossing from the U.S. of A. to Mexico to find jobs?) But there is an area of ministry being hit hard by this. Hispanic ministries are really feeling the pinch. How do you say “ironic” en Espanol?











