What We Believe

We Believe:

. . . that next to love, a good education is the best gift we can provide our children.

. . . that government is not “them,” but “us.”

. . . that the Greatest Generation deserves more than recognition on special holidays, but the daily honor of a secure and caring society.

. . . that politics is not about power, and perks, and privilege—but about improving people’s lives.

. . . that Social Security is not just another investment scheme, but a solemn promise.

. . . that the Good Book says how we treat the poor, the hurting, and the helpless is a measure of how we treat Him.

. . . that values are better expressed by our works than by our words.

. . . that one person really can make a difference.

. . . and that lots of people working together can make a lot of difference.

. . . and we believe that freedom is never free, it always costs somebody.

Now just in case you think we are far too serious, let me add that we also believe:

• in puppies—in all varieties, housebroken and otherwise;
• and barbecued ribs, spicy and dripping with sauce that trickles up to your elbows;
• and paper airplanes that fly for three seconds; and hugs that last a lifetime,
• and old pickup trucks that get fifteen miles to the gallon,
• and brand new Americans, whether they’re born that way or speak broken English,
• and handwritten notes with a scent of lavender,
• and scruffy, ugly fishing hats that should have been thrown away years ago,
• and blooming crocuses that force their way through the ice-capped ground,
• and aging veterans with quivering chins saluting Old Glory,
• and ringing church bells that remind us to take note of what’s really important,
• and old photo albums of memories, and roots, and happy days;
• and crisp autumn air, clear-flowing, unbottled water, and the feel of dark, loamy earth and ancient rocks beneath our feet.
• and books that ennoble our thoughts and lessen our intolerance;
• and space launches that connect us with the universe;
• and tsunami relief givers and AIDs workers who connect us with each other.
• Oh, yes . . . and one thing more. Did I mention, we still believe that on earth, God’s work must truly be our own.        (by Jean Carnahan)