258 candles-day 56

I've been wracking my brain trying to think of what I can say that will mean anything to anyone about the current dismal, distressing state of politics in this country. And I've come to realize this: There isn't anything I can say. But there is something I can do.

My solution, based on the Chinese proverb that it's better to light a candle than to curse the darkness, is to provide daily candles in the form of links to other people's solutions, simple or complex responses to problems that they see. But as a single candle will hardly provide enough illumination to blot out the darkness that is the pettiness and meanness that characterizes this election cycle, I will light 258 candles, one each day between now and election day. In this way, I will do my part to remind each of us we are better than the baseness of the bases.

Today: I'm more sympathetic, I think, than many other people when it comes to Jehovah's Witnesses--I abide their visits because I understand their focus is not on conversion but on witnessing--and while I share with Prince the childhood Seventh Day Adventist church, I can't say I understand his decision to join the JWs. However, this is a good exploration of their beliefs in the light of the death of their most-famous member, and an attempt to explain exactly that attraction for him.