“Well, that was an interesting year.” That was one person’s observation as the calendar flipped to 2010. To which I say, “Roger that,” as it flips once more to 2011.
Politically, it was a year of upheaval and dissent that witnessed the continued ascendancy of the Tea Party movement. Then history was made in November when the electorate delivered a metaphorical paddling to the establishment, and the balance of power shifted on the Hill.
On a far more local level, I am happy to report that despite numerous insurrections and attempted coups, the balance of power here has held firm. The electorate is, by and large, thriving and content, and the state of our union is strong.
In looking back over the last 12 months, I give thanks for that one simple truth. Our union, though challenging at times, is strong. By the grace of God, we have weathered some big firsts, a few lasts, and many ordinary moments that make up a common life.
One of those occasions was Mr. Schrock’s high school reunion. It was a blessing to attend with him, visiting with his classmates and friends and hearing what turns their lives have taken since their graduation from Clinton Christian in 1985.
In turn, he attended my family reunion with me this summer in Shipshewana. That he stood firm, never running into the starry night in the face of sheer Yoder nuttiness, is a testament to his character. It did, I suspect, answer some lingering questions about the source of his wife’s – well, rather colorful character.
Another thing we weathered together was the annual weekend in Indianapolis for the Mini Marathon. Put all six of us in a hotel room with marathon fever, two key cards, and glass elevators that beckon, and you have spontaneous combustion. This is why I rise up and call him blessed for his foresight in renting a two-room suite. With a door that locks. Through which snacks can be tossed with a quick slam.