Last August I penned this blog post and more than 20,000 people viewed it.  Now, on this morning of March 24, 2016 it seems more apt than it was just a few months ago when I said “I weep for Alabama.”

After months of rumors about the governor and his failure to be an example of the best we have to offer, he has now confirmed the rumors.  And try as he might, there is simply NO WAY he puts this genie back in the bottle.  The court of public opinion has swung about as far away from him as it is possible.

Yes, I know that he is mortal.  Just like you and certainly me.  Without doubt there are moments in my life I hoped and prayed mother would never know about.

But I do not occupy the highest elected office in the state.

And when someone voluntarily sets out on a course to seek this office, they know what comes with it should they be elected.  The excuse “Well, everyone else was doing it” we once tried on our mothers doesn’t cut it any more.  But “You made your bed and now you must sleep in it” certainly works.

Couple this with the fact that the Speaker of the House of Representatives inches closer to his day in court to stand trial on 23 felony counts and it truly is a day to weep.

When someone seeks public office, more than anything else they are asking the public to trust them.  To trust them with their tax dollars, to trust them to make decisions in the best interest of the common good, to trust them to set an example of the best of public service and compassion, to trust them to be color blind and class blind.

And certainly to be always mindful of Matthew 25:40, “The King will reply, ‘Truly I tell you, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did for me.”

Tuesday afternoon I toured Centre Elementary in Cherokee County where 600 kids of all races and backgrounds were out on a playground, sitting quietly in classrooms, hugging their principal as he walked down the hall and flashing a wave and a smile as a visitor walked by.

I am 73 years old.  My days are numbered. The jolt of news of the last couple of days, while deeply troubling, does not impact me as much as it does the students of Centre Elementary.

In August I wept for me.  Today I weep for them.