Here at Preludium most of the mutterings and writing concerns (i) Anglican-Land and (ii) The War in Iraq. I have of course also been upfront that from the front lines in a small town on the bay, just where it meets the big water, I am supporting Barack Obama for President, both financially, by vote and by working the polls today. Of course all politics is local, just as all church is local. So I have also been working (not as hard as my wife) on other more local elections. Taking part in the work of politics on the ground has been mostly a fine experience, although, as with many, I find that it has not been conducive to sleep.
For the first time in years I voted the complete Democratic slate. Here in Delaware that's not necessarily the rule. We have only one member of the House of Representatives and two Senators. So sometimes it makes sense not to vote the ticket but do some balancing. But not this year.
I was a Challenger for the Democratic Party today, working five hours taking names of all democrats who voted so that the Party could phone those who had not voted by certain times of the day and encourage them to do so. My counterpart for the Republican Party was a young woman who was very helpful to me, a newbie. She had served as a Challenger in previous elections and knew the ropes. We had no surprises, no glitches in the machines, no polling screw-ups. What we had was lots of voters - a steady stream all morning.
Part of being a Challenger was to be an observer and what I mostly observed was the real pride people had in coming into this lobby of a community college building and lining up and getting it all in order and voting. Voting is a big deal, and people knew it.
BabyBlue recounted her time at the poll and had a somewhat less flat out fine experience. She writes about the recorder calling out her name "loud enough to be heard all the way to Buckingham County" which I gather is not exactly next door. Fortunately we didn't have to do that.
I came back to Lewes from poll watching over in Georgetown and voted here. It was easy, at 1:45 there was a steady but low stream of people. I walked in, voted, walked out.
Now the waiting continues. I've three pictures of Senator Barack Obama that continue in my mind this afternoon. In one he is crying for the death of his grandmother. In the second he is poised in front of the Capital. In the third he is hugging a child with tenderness. I am waiting in hope that this man will be president elect.
But now, after all the months of campaigns, I am also waiting in hope, another hope, which is not just about Senator Obama's being elected. I am waiting in hope that those voters, filled with joy and purpose and pride, will not forget who they are - the people.
It matters a lot who gets elected today. But it matters even more that there be a renewal of the electorate in making their voices heard.