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The day after…..

I wore black to work today. I had to. My heart hurts.

I’m trying to make sense of it. All I know how to feel is sadness. I never in my life thought I would vote for Hillary Clinton, but I knew I could never vote for Donald Trump. I couldn’t vote for a man who made very dear people in my life fear for their very own lives. I live in a city of such diversity that I come across people of different religion, race, life-style choice every single day and some of them are very dear friends of mine. These are the people in my daily life, not to mention the people on my social media pages who live in different parts of the country. They’re all reeling today because of fear. Why should we live in a country filled with fear? How is that ok? How is that possibly ok? How can I raise my sweet daughter in a country that has people who believe that it’s ok to vote for a man who speaks words of hate and division. A man who treats women with utter disrespect and bullies people because he feels that he can. And it’s all made ok because he’s on a certain side of a ticket? Or because he’s “lesser of the two evils”?  I’m not saying Hillary’s perfect, but my goodness. I know this world is broken, but my goodness. We’ve elected a man to be the leader of our country who has blatantly shown utter disrespect for people because of who they are. We want to teach our children that? We do? Really? It’s ok to be a bully? It’s ok to not like someone because they’re different? My heart hurts.

A good friend said something to me today – “I envy you for your faith today.” I was moved. I didn’t know how to respond, but eventually I said, “My faith is not shaken in my God whom I trust, but my heart is broken nonetheless and I am thankful for His gracious understanding as to why it is.” It doesn’t even begin to make sense to me. Several people I know reading this blog will say, “But it’s God’s will that he got elected.” I know this. I know He has a plan, but my finite human mind cannot fathom this mess. So please let me grieve. Let me mourn the mess.

My mind has gone to the words spoken 53 years ago by a man on the steps of the Lincoln Memorial in Washington DC. Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. said something very profound. Please don’t let us take a step back decades after we have made such progress to make this country a safe place. A place of refuge, a place of peace – a place we sing about being “the land of the free and the home of the brave.” Please. I’m going to close my post with the last words of his speech from that August day when people traveled from everywhere because they believed that there was actually good that could overcome evil:

I have a dream today!

I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, and every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight; “and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed and all flesh shall see it together.” (Isaiah 40:4-5) This is our hope, and this is the faith that I go back to the South with. With this faith, we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith, we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith, we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day. And this will be the day — this will be the day when all of God’s children will be able to sing with new meaning:

My country ’tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing.
Land where my fathers died, land of the Pilgrim’s pride,
From every mountainside, let freedom ring!

And if America is to be a great nation, this must become true.
And so let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire.
Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York.
Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania.
Let freedom ring from the snow-capped Rockies of Colorado.
Let freedom ring from the curvaceous slopes of California.

But not only that:
Let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia.
Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee.
Let freedom ring from every hill and molehill of Mississippi.
From every mountainside, let freedom ring.

And when this happens, and when we allow freedom ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God’s children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual: Free at last! Free at last! Thank God Almighty, we are free at last!

Onward in love, grace and peace.



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