“Whoever wins, that’s my president. I need to pray for him and wish him well.” That’s what I heard early this morning.
At the moment—in the middle of ballot counting on election night—Barack Obama and Mitt Romney have each earned 163 electoral votes.
Four years ago Amanda Jones, 109 years old and the daughter of a slave, voted for what her father could not have believed—an African-American president of these United States of America.
What a moment—America will either re-elect the first African-American as president or elect its first Mormon president. Each of these men is the son of a foreign-born father.
Tomorrow—or one day soon—we will know who will be president for the next four years. Half of us will be excited. Half of us will be very disappointed.
The best response I have heard was on National Public Radio this morning from an 18-year-old young man in Ohio. This African-American was voting for the first time and was accompanied by his grandmother. In his words, “Whoever wins, that’s my president. I need to pray for him and wish him well.”