My knowledge and passion for politics is rather small, yet when I heard that Pastor Rick Warren from Saddleback Church was hosting Senators McCain and Obama for a civil forum I knew that somehow I needed to be there. To actually witness the person who will lead our country answer questions posed by a man who I respect immensely would be eye opening and life changing. Jason and I both put our names into the lottery system for the free tickets to view the event on campus in a tent. We both figured that being chosen was an impossibility. However, a friendly email in my inbox Tuesday night informed me that my name was chosen. We couldn't believe that we would be witnessing history, even if on a TV screen. We arrived hours early yesterday in order to be shuttled in and to go through the elaborate security screening process. Right as we were about to walk into the venue a random man who I have never seen before asked me if I was going to Tent 3. Assuming he needed directions, I answered yes and he proceeded to tell me that his friends could not make it, and would I like two tickets to the main auditorium. Confused and dumbfounded I asked him why he wanted to give them to us (they are really pricey seats and he was asking for nothing in return) and he just smiled and handed them over. Elated we jumped over to the auditorium line to go through more security checkpoints. In the back of my mind I thought that maybe these amazing tickets would fall through and we would go back down to the tent. Instead we were led to our seats in the 10th row. We watched Pastor Rick boldly ask the candidates about faith, worldview, evil, taxes, marriage, rights of the unborn, adoption, war, education, and moral failure. I walked away much more knowledgeable as well as amazed that these two men agreed to come into a church and face difficult and dangerous questions. I am still in shock that we were actually there and immensely grateful that a sweet man that I might never see again gave us such a gift in those tickets.
To top off the fine day, we picked up the girls from my parent's house, chatted politics with my dad, went home to tuck them in and then turned on the Olympics.
On the same day I was able to see the future president in person as well as watch my "boyfriend" make history with his eighth gold medal. Happiness.