Sarah Palin
What a thoroughly enjoyable evening I had at the Hershey Lodge on Friday, August 27, 2010! Well, right up until I pulled out of the parking lot to head home–but more about that later.
I, along with 1100 people (including 10 Amish men and women!), attended the annual fundraiser for the Pennsylvania Family Institute, where Sarah Palin was the keynote speaker. PA Family is an organization that fights for pro-family, pro-life, anti-gambling, pro-school choice issues.
After a standing ovation when introduced, Govenor Palin flashed that now-famous smile, which immediately put the room into a friend-to-friend atmosphere. It was like listening to someone we had known for years, talking about all the things she (and we) love–family, God, country.
She told us about the 8 episodes she and her family taped this summer for the Discovery Channel in the remote regions of Alaska. “What do you do when you sit around a campfire?” she asked. “Eat Smores!” Said she gained 10 pounds eating smores this summer–each with a Hershey bar, of course.
She said that her family is not unlike many families in the United States. “But maybe one difference is that you don’t have mooseburgers on Sunday nights for dinner.” She hoped that people could “take comfort” knowing that her family has faced situations similar to many–welcoming a Down Syndrome child, seeing a son march off to war, handling a pregnancy under less-than-ideal circumstances. “Families are the building blocks of society. Government can’t replace a strong, united family.”
She had a special story about each of her children; Willow was with her that evening–the one and only member of her “entourage” when asked by the desk clerk where the rest of “her people” were.
She said that their son Trig inspires a special love. Before he was born she asked God to give her eyes to see Trig’s perfection. I’ll always remember the story she told about Trig’s morning routine. “Each morning he pulls himself up in his crib. Rubs his little eyes. Looks around, and then he applauds!” She said he stands there and claps and smiles and claps some more. “Wow, if he can start out each day like that, so can we,” she said. “Trig puts life into perspective. He teaches us…every child has something to contribute.”
She told us about the time when she was waiting to go on stage to debate with VP candidate Joe Biden and was looking around for someone to pray with. “That’s what Christians do–we pray!” She didn’t see anyone she thought would want to join her…until she saw her daughter Piper. “Piper, we need to pray for the Lord’s wisdom and grace,” she told her. and then explained about the debate and why it was important for her to win. “Piper, pray that God would speak through me.” Then as only a child’s pure heart would respond, “But that would be cheating!” The crowd of friends laughed with her at the beauty of the honest remark.
Daughter Bristol, whose pregnancy caused and continues to cause the media to shamefully trash her, came to her mother recently to say that, “They are going to say and write things the way they want to no matter what we do, so we might as well do what’s right, do what we’re called to do.” Sarah said, “I am so proud of her for realizing that. She knows we have each other’s backs.” I couldn’t help but feel so sad that a family has to come to such a realization because of the hatefulness of some.
When asked what she would like history to remember her for, “That Todd and I raised a soldier, a combat vet.” When asked how she chooses which candidates to support, “The ones who stand for the Constitution…”
“We don’t need a title or office to fight for what’s right,” she said. “Let’s usher in an agenda of life and pro-family in this country. A government that governs less, governs best.”
She spoke for almost an hour, including our (like Trig’s) applause. Everyone left with a smile on their faces and a patriotic spring in our steps.
Then I when I pulled up to the stop sign to turn left. On my right were four creepy looking people dressed in dark colors. Two were holding large posters of Jesus Christ holding up the “bad” finger. Words at the top, “Repfudiate this!” What? I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. I didn’t want to see what I was seeing. What? Why?
Before I could stop myself, I pushed the button and the passenger’s side window went down, “That is so hateful, so mean!” I told them. They shouted back, “Yea, well, Jesus is going to destroy with fire!” I put the window up and drove away shaking my head in total disbelief.
All the way home all I could think about was how Sarah and Willow would feel if they saw them, the poster, the hate.
Not the ending I thought the night would have, but a realistic one. I pray daily now for safety, peace, and grace for her family and all families facing hateful people and less-than-ideal circumstances.
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