So the 2018 election campaign is officially over (or as a cynical friend of mine put it, the 2020 election campaign has officially begun). Every election I think we’ve hit a new low with regard to decency and civil discourse.
I know it’s the eleventh hour and all that, but I may have found my presidential candidate. I found an envelope pushed under the church’s front door with “To Pastor” scrawled on the envelope. After bemoaning yet another abuse of the Biblical term “pastor” (Ephesians 4:11 — a church overseer, not an evangelist or a teacher, terms which are noted separately), I opened it up.