Like a lot of Americans, I woke up on November 9th feeling a bit shocked about the result of the election. Before I go any further with this, please know that I am not anti-Republican at all. My thoughts have little to do with which political party won. I honestly wish that, in American politics, we did not know which party the candidates represent.
I grew up and still live in the Midwestern section of the USA. I was taught to work hard, respect others, and that democracy matters. I completely respect everyone’s right to varying political differences. I guess I’m just bewildered and a bit fearful about how this whole election went down and weary of our soon-to-be President. It was probably the worst and most divisive one I have experienced in my adult life. That is quite sad to me.
I spent some time praying, thinking, consoling with others who shared their concerns and fears, and, with a sense of humor, talking to my parents about building a bunker as part of our Thanksgiving Day festivities. (I mean…just in case, right?!)
I believe that love does trump hate and took the time to randomly message a friend of mine to let her know that I love her, cherish her friendship, I admire her tenacity, and to encourage her to continue reaching out, in love, to the homeless population in our community.
I listened to the song, “Man of Sorrows” and it just kicked me right in the gut. I wept. I thought of Jesus and the kindness and mercy He showed to those who differed from Him. I praised Him and sat in awe about the power of love that He has shown in my life and in the lives of so many others.
I thought about how He approached the woman at the well. He knew her history and current situation; yet, He did not shove her away. I recalled His interaction with the leper. He touched him. He did not run from him. He did not fear him or reject him. I thought about His healing of the blind man, and His seeking out the woman who touched his garment. I know that the Savior I believe in and have entrusted my eternity with never turns away from the hurting and the least of these.
As we head into 2017 with a new President, my deepest prayer is that we will choose to turn away from fear. We will run like Christ did towards those whom others have shunned. We will stand in faith and belief that our witness can make a difference. We will not stand for hatred, selfishness, exclusion, or discrimination.
As a result of this election (and other issues going on around the world), I will continue to intentionally teach my children that living out faith by showing kindness, being merciful, fighting for justice, and walking humbly is what our country and the world needs.
We need Jesus. We need to be His hands and feet.
We need to prove to the world that we want to love as He did.
“He has shown you, O mortal, what is good. And what does the Lord require of you? To act justly and to love mercy and to walk humbly with your God.” -Micah 6:8