I grew up Roman Catholic in the pre-Vatican II era of the 50s. I know what the church calls sacred. And like most of the children of the 60s, I dismissed my religious upbringing, rejected authority and entered the world of relativism. Back then, nothing was sacred; nothing was sacrosanct.
Now, we live in an ever-growing secular society
. It’s not my place to judge whether that’s good or bad. But perhaps the only sacrament of a secular and democratic society is the privilege of voting for our own government.
While entering into a voting booth is not on the same level as entering into a confessional — I mean after all, one is for God, the other is for country — the voting booth is about as high an experience as it gets as a free human being.
Like all things religious, like all things democratic, the freedom to vote was earned by the shedding of blood. If our progenitors were conscious of the low percentage of Americans who vote today, they’d be turning in their graves.
is so expensive when it’s priced at the lives of Americans who have gone before us to give us this right. How can we forsake so great a privilege? What excuse can you give when visiting Arlington? What alibi can you serve up in the presence of the men and women who have died to give you such an opportunity?
Is voting sacred? Yes it is.