Randy’s Rants: “Signgate” and Other Lessons
Good judgement comes from experience.
And experience? Well, that comes from poor judgement.
“Fire! Fire! Fire! Ready, Aim” bit Jennifer McCall on the you know what last week. At The State of the City, her expensive magnetic sign went missing off of her truck. After viewing the security footage at the church, it was determined, by a rush to judgement, that two ladies parked next to her stole the signs. Jennifer jumped on social media, warning the two scoundrels that they were on video and better return the sign. Her social media contemporaries quickly accused the Bergmann camp. So, Christina Bergmann’s camp, having lots of experience, having been in politics for so long, calmly looked at the footage, requested more footage than the McCall camp first requested.
Ah ha! The sign was not on the McCall truck when it pulled into the parking lot. Christina calmly informed the social media world of the findings. McCall’s camp scrambled around and blah blah blah blah.
So here we are a week later. What can we take from all this?
First of all, this is no more than a speed bump on the campaign trail.
It for sure shows the difference between an experienced team and one that is, well, not.
Keeping score, this one goes to the Bergmann camp.
But this isn’t about winning a battle. It’s about winning the war. Jennifer McCall is running against the status quo. And, you can’t do that if you ARE the status quo. It probably won’t always look pretty, and well oiled…you know, status quo.
There is a certain comfort in knowing what you’ll get, how someone is, how they have been.
But as Forrest said, life’s like a box of chocolates, you never know what you’ll get.
And that is why we vote. Jennifer McCall should not be defined by Signgate, just as Christina Bergmann should not be defined by voting for the Gateway. Both of these women are so much more than that.
So how do we develop good judgment? By experience, exposure and listening.
And how do we get experience? It comes from participating.
This cowboy has found knowing what not to do, can be just as important as knowing what to do.
The dictionary says Christianity is a noun. Really? I see it as a verb. And as a verb, meaning something you do, I just don’t see it enough. Many of us talk the talk, and that’s where it ends. Don’t tell me, show me.
I remember one time, as Max Lacado was winding down his sermon, he addressed the congregation with, paraphrasing, let’s try and be as good of Christians on Wednesday as we are on Sunday. Most of my friends have trouble making it through Monday morning rush hour.
Years ago I saw a sign back in the employees’ area at Red McCombs Chrysler/Jeep on Broadway in San Antonio. It said, “follow the 15 foot rule.” Of course I asked about it. I was told that employees should acknowledge anyone that comes within 15 feet of them. I thought “how cool.”
I preached it to my sales staff and, today, to my second grade Sunday Bibleland class.
I know what you’re thinking. “How did this poser end up teaching Sunday School?” It’s a verb. I don’t just talk the talk. There are not enough men willing to step up. Kids need to see male participation.
Anyway, one of my favorite John Prine songs is “Hello In There.” “Don’t just pass ‘em by and stare, say hello in there, hello.”
So we talk to the kids about saying hello, acknowledging older people. It may not be the stuff miracles are made of, but you just might make someone’s day. One step at a time.
So, don’t talk to me abut being a Christian when you use your vehicle as a weapon, or don’t give enough room for someone to turn in to HEB. You never know what kind of day they are having, and you might be that little ray of sunshine that makes it all good.