This will be the second Election Day most of us have been through in the past 45 days, and I know we are all tired. Over the past nine months I cannot tell you how God has moved in my life. Simply put, I have learned a whole new meaning of Peace. Peace knowing that today is God’s day. Peace that could only come from God and far beyond my simple understanding. Some days walking door to door I would find myself standing in the yard of a crack dealer’s home, praying that God would return to the very spot where I stood, and the people hiding inside would know and rejoice when he arrived. Maybe it was a day God would have me slow down and sit on the porch with an elderly person and hear how her children had abandoned her, or in many cases passed away, and I got a chance to simply offer a prayer and a smile to replace her pain for just a moment. Some days I truly didn’t understand why I was chosen to be in that spot at that moment, but I simply followed the Peace I came to understand was God’s will.
On the brighter side I am here to confess God does have a sense of humor. Seeing what people wear around their homes (or maybe lack of would be better said) would amaze anyone. There were days I ran like a gazelle to get up and over a fence to get away from an angry dog. I am very proud to report I was only bitten one time. Once a Billy goat named Bubba in West Mobile butted me hard and fast. I could only hear Bubba coming just before he broke out of the brush wide open, doing what God made Billy goats to do. Protecting his flock! Bubba gets a Silver Star from the Carl Campaign for his actions in combat. And I will never forget the days I discovered holes in my two-month-old shoes from walking so much. I was standing in a yard just after a rainstorm, talking to a lady when I realized my shoes were filling with water like the sinking Titanic!
I have always viewed events like these as “stamps of life.” Remember when we were kids our mother would let us have the green stamps if we were good while shopping with her. We would race home and lick them and put them in that little book. Every day I’d go back and look at them with a grin, knowing I had been good for only two years of shopping to get that book full, and only six more books to go until I would get that 10-speed bicycle. Well that’s kind of like my “stamps of life.” There are times when you can take an event of life and lick it and put in your own book of your life. God gave me a full book in only nine months this time. It’s full of prayers with crack heads, lonely elderly people, half clothed homeowners, mad dogs, two pairs of Titanic shoes, and one mad Billy goat named Bubba Ram. Thank God I didn’t miss these shopping trips with my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. I have a feeling this shopping trip is far from over, and I need everyone’s help to finish it.
Next Tuesday all our efforts will be voted on. We have to reach out and not only ask people to get out and vote, but follow up and make sure they vote. We are guessing 3,500 votes will win this race and it boils down to this: do people simply care enough to go and vote? Please make a list of people, family, anyone you can think of and contact them. Ask them if they plan on voting next Tuesday for Jerry Carl. If they say yes tell them you will call them back Tuesday to make sure they don’t forget. It’s all about how many we can get turned out versus Dean.
Thank you for your help. It has been a privilege working with everyone. I am sure it will not be the last time we work together!
All the best,