Help! The President is human!

“Jonny, pick up that mess you make!” “Heavens Andrew, do you have to track mud everywhere you go?” “SHUT THE DOOR!” And for the 999^th time, the door is left wide open as the cold air rushes in. Why can’t people just be like me? Then all our problems would be solved!

On paper, that statement really looks rather shocking (even more so when posted on the internet for all to see). But the comments I make and thoughts that I freely share in my home are not so shocking when compared to the outlandish requirements and demands made by the American people, media, and leaders in congress today. We want this war finished, victorious and without casualty in one year! We want the temperature to be 75 degrees tomorrow! And please, no more hurricanes. How much can we ask of leaders and protectors who are, in fact, human?

It’s amazing, really, how my little brothers can be doing a chore, and then end up leaving more of a mess in the process than when they first started out. I point out little details, constantly call them back to finish the job, give long detailed speeches on how to wipe the table off. And yet still, they never seem to get it right the first time… or they leave something out. Though perfection can always be strived for and practiced, I have found that the ultimate problem in dissatisfaction is my expectations. I have asked my little brothers to perfectly complete every little detail that I myself often forget or overlook. And how easily do we do this in larger areas of our lives?

Our culture and political arena wreak of self pride and judgment. We elect, by majority vote, leaders to make decisions for us, and then pounce upon every little move or decision that we feel we would have handled differently. If Jonny hadn’t tracked mud in the house, my stress level would have been lower. If my stress level were lower, I wouldn’t have ruined the biscuits. And since I ruined the biscuits, the whole family had indigestion and missed work days, threw our workplaces out of whack, which dramatically impacted the economy, which resulted in havoc and chaos. All because Jonny tracked mud in the house! So much more do we blame those in charge for the natural, God-ordained happenings and occurrences that tick us off.

The President is human. Anyone have a problem with that? Go find Superman! Our troops are not mindless, perfectly functioning, invincible robots. Those around us are human, and if we would only take a look at our own sad imperfections and fumbles, we might think twice before demanding that the climate be milder or that radical Muslims be invited to a peaceful resolving tea at the White House. We can only ask of those around us what we would expect of ourselves.

My brothers will probably track mud in the house until the day they die. But you know what? As long as they take out the garbage, feed the animals, and do their part in our family, I think I can learn to bite my tongue and thank God that He does not expect perfection of me!