Jimmy Carter

Jimmy Carter became President when I was five years old. I have vague memories of seeing him on television - the first elected official I was aware of. I seem to remember finding him kind and gentle. I also felt a special bond with the Carter family because their daughter, Amy, is exactly four years old than me: we share the same birthday. When my parents informed me of this, my young mind immediately imagined that she and I were somehow linked, and I had visions of someday sharing birthday cake with her at the White House. Because, why not?

Today President Carter lies in state at the Capitol Rotunda until his funeral tomorrow morning at Washington National Cathedral. I hope to watch the service, and I am sure that I will weep through the whole thing.

Much has been said about President Carter's legacy. And I do not mean to comment on his policy or his politics, but to commend his faith and service. I cannot think of another "politician" who followed Jesus so fully and faithfully. His concern for the environment, civil rights, education, global health, peace, housing... When we look back at his life, his concern "for the least of these" (Matthew 25) was unwavering.

And after leaving the White House, instead of living in a mansion and earning millions with speaking engagements and book deals, he and Rosalynn returned to the same, simple home in Plains, Georgia, and continued their lives of service. He taught Sunday School at the same Baptists church. Walked down the same country road to share supper with the same friends. Built Habitat for Humanity homes. Advocated for peace and justice.

In this time when public figures routinely lie, swear, insult, threaten and seek their own wealth, remembering President Jimmy Carter - and the impact of his faith - feels more vital than ever.