As the non-copacetic environment of human induced chaos of war, inflation, invasion and over all deleterious handling of decision making, Peter Spediker a self professed evangelical proclaims these sufferings upon his life as testings from the God in the vein of Job’s trails rather than his lack of willingness to participate in effecting change via elective vote casting.
Spediker said that in the past he was reluctant to vote for anyone due to the failings of the candidate living up to his grandiose paradigm rubric of governance that he modeled after his understanding of God, one that even he admits he was not able fulfill.
As the troubles mounted Spediker cried out to God. “Am I to be like Job, is this a test?” With his weeping from what seemed unanswered prayers he collapsed on the floor and suddenly a billowing cloud filled his room. He felt the rush of wind and what seemed like pressure surround him, so he lifted his head. Before Spediker was God enveloped in clouds and Spediker froze transfixed upon the luminescent being that had appeared, no words could come from his mouth.
“I have heard you long enough. You have made your noisy complaints known, yet your nation continues down the road to their own suffering, brought on by their own actions, and what do you have to say?” God declared.
With quibbling lips Spediker eked out a squeak.
“Go on,”God said.
“I … I, I have been praying and seeking-”
“Yes, you have, but what have you done? You are people with no king, a people who can make laws and leaders from among yourselves, a people who can determine their own destiny, yet you have chosen a path toward oppression, toward subjugation, and you, yes, you specifically Spediker and those who group themselves in the category of evangelical have stood by and have been a lazy servant in the realm of your citizen hood within your country and buried your ‘talent’ entrusted to you, so you have reaped your reward because you have hid your light. You have stood still and cried out to me rather than moving forward knowing full well that I am for life, but your stagnation festered into a rotting nation which feeds upon the dying flesh of the corrupted souls of it’s people who openly choose to strangulate their lives with leaders and laws that favor death and it’s servants. Instead of standing in the gap with your vote or even stepping up to be that leader to fulfill the deference of having a worthy representative for that vote, you have stood by frozen shirking your civic responsibility, and as my follower evading your spiritual duty to stand against those who propagate death in it’s pernicious forms giving authority to those who’s ambitions are that of self aggrandizement at the expense of those under them. It is no wonder that you call out to me to help, to intercede, yet you have had the power instilled in your government given by your founders to rectify this injustice, but you have failed to act, to move, to involve yourself in your own destiny, and therefore I leave you with only this command. Go, do, vote. For your government, your community, will decay and crumble with you not acting in all forms of duties as a citizen of your country, county, city. Get up Spediker and vote.” As God stopped speaking the clouds that surrounded him folded in on themselves and God evanesced into the clouds as the visage condensed into a single point and then vanished.
Spediker removed himself from the floor and wiped his face, “I guess I will go vote.”
This article is satire. No Aye-Ayes were harmed in the creation of this article.
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