There are a few people that I have known over the years that possess what we might call gravitas. That is, the ability to ‘draw’ others to themselves. However, for me, it is not an outgoing personality or a ‘cool’ demeanor that draws me in. It is a peace of soul, a comforting presence.
My grandpa died when I was 14. He had the gift of gravitas. His charism was not the gift of gab or the gift of schmooze, but a quietness of heart and soul. His days were spent working for the railroad at 10 cents and hour, his nights were spent with his wife and his 8 children. His mornings were spent with his Bible open in prayer.
I don’t know about you, but I am weary of politics, beauracracy and spin. Give me a man (or woman) who is unpretentious and who just wants to do what is right; a man who knows God. A man like grandpa.