I had just begun to read my Bible Wednesday morning when my spirit began “crying out to God” as Christians put it. Yet I could not gather in my mind or form in my mouth words to express the multitude of disconsolations weighing on me because of several conservations I had over the last 10 days or so. One thing, though, became crystal clear. I can’t not share it (yes, I know it is a double negative).

On Monday, I gave the eulogy for the interment of my 91-year-old father’s mortal remains. Little did I realize that preparations for his eulogy would provide a fresh insight into Tuesday’s election and its outcomes. And, no, thoughts of the eternal did not make elections less important, but more important. Just in a new way.