I haven’t said much about the election because I haven’t known what to say. I woke up at 3 am on Wednesday from my restless couch sleep and my heart felt like a stone flung into a deep sea. I’ve cried while cutting peppers. I’ve been lost in a swirl of foggy thoughts, unable to engage my 3 year old’s constant chatter. Because whatever your policy positions, whatever your hopes for the Supreme Court, it is indisputable that we have a President Elect who has said awful, hurtful things and degraded women and minorities again and again. And this is a cause for grief. I’ve stayed silent because I know there are many whose worlds seem undone by Tuesday. To blithely speak of my quiet life with my kids is an insult to their pain, for I am a white, middle-class, straight, college-educated woman, and the danger of a President Trump is minimal for me. To my liberal friends, to my gay friends, to my friends of color, I see you. I hear your fear and your anger. And I am so sorry.
In the Kingdom of Christ, this dichotomy does not exist. I think I will be a bit surprised someday to see who is standing with me before Christ, for the grace of God reaches wider than I can wrap my mind around. Here and now, the love of His followers ought to extend to all the world, even and especially, our enemies. While it is VITALLY important to speak out in defense of the groups that are targeted and afraid right now, it is also important to see and love the swaths of America that chose a President I wish they hadn’t. For the Christian, we don’t get to choose who gets our love and understanding. We give the cloak to any who demand. We bring the chalice of Christ’s blood to all because we know how undeserving we ourselves have been.
May I humbly propose that as we refuse the narrative that we must pick a side and dig our heels in, the Kingdom of Christ will come? Might we envision a world where we defend the girl in the hijab and share the table with the uneducated man who would be called deplorable by some? There will be voices that decry such a method, for in the act of radical, sacrificial love to all, we will displease those who want an easy target to blame.
This is what makes the Cross of Christ so insane. That the most “other” person, whether they truly personify all that we abhor or whether they simply wear the mantle of our condescension and categorization -- that this person is welcome. That this person is the one to whom Christ stretches His hands out with pleading love.
Love where you are, my friends.
Speak out against injustice, stand up for the oppressed, and then whomever you find yourself surrounded by,
again and again and again.
Not because they have earned it, but because you never have earned it either.