It is the most beautiful time of all the year in my part of the world. Not spring. Spring around these parts tends to be fickle as a woman, though sometimes beautiful, and often unpleasantly stormy. In the autumn, as the year dies, we get days on end like today--cold, even very cold in the morning, frosty, and blue, with blinding, golden light that seems to come from the trees themselves. It is impossible on such a day not to feel uplifted and hopeful.
In the world of politics, too, the people on my side are in hopeful spirits, wherever they may live. We have reason to expect Republican gains in Congress across the country, and whatever failings the Republicans have, they can at least be expected to oppose whatever further evils the Democrats and their President had planned as punishment for their enemies--including a large number of the American people. It seems implausible that Obamacare will be repealed, given the President's veto power over such a move, but even that is not, now, entirely beyond the realm of possibility.
At times it gets rather discouraging, though, to be such stark realists. Is standing athwart the course of history shouting "Stop!" really the best we can hope for? It would be nice for once to be able to imagine something more like a positive victory--the enactment of actual policies we favor rather than simply resistance against further evils or even (what we hope for in our wildest dreams) rollbacks of recent bad policies.
But I do not think we should be discouraged by that. Let us make a virtue out of resistance and a noble cause out of obstruction. For evil is, paradoxical as it seems, endlessly creative in its own twisted fashion, endlessly full of new ideas for advancing its agenda. If, if only, those elected today who have a small inkling of what is wrong with America and with the world can be inspired and emboldened to plant a standard, to say, "No farther," and even to push back against their enemies on recently conquered territory, this will be cause for celebration.
Let us not be weary in well-doing, for we shall reap if we faint not. The final conquest of evil can be left for the Eschaton. Until then, if a refusal to bow the knee is the best the good guys can do, it will do very well. And may God defend the right.