In The Wake Of The 2016 Presidential Election...Repent. Lament. Love.

Sungai Melinau river in Gunung Mulu National Park, Malaysia.
Sungai Melinau river in Gunung Mulu National Park, Malaysia.


I messaged my friend Deidra this morning, and I said what I always say when there's been a shooting of an unarmed black person. I said I was sorry. I asked how her heart is. I said I had no words, only feelings of anger and grief and shame.

The irony was not lost on me. I was reacting to the election of our next President of the United States the same way I react to the killing of an unarmed black man.

Deidra messaged back a little while later. She was okay, she said. She was not surprised. She knew a long time ago that Trump was going to win.

I cried when I heard her say that, even though her voice was light and genuinely free of anger and sorrow (not that she's taking all this lightly...just that she was not stricken with shock like me). I cried because she had seen what I hadn't. As a black woman living in 21st-century America, Deidra has been living in it all along.

I didn't see it coming, I really didn't. I skipped into my polling precinct yesterday all light-hearted and excited, wearing my imaginary all-white pantsuit, proud to be casting my vote for the first female president of the United States. And just to be clear, I didn't vote for Hillary Clinton just because she is a woman. I voted for her because even though she is flawed, she is the most experienced presidential candidate I have seen since I have been able to vote.

Let me say straight up, part of the reason I didn't see it coming is that as a white upper-middle class white woman, I didn't have to see it. I could stay in my cozy bubble. I could tell myself everything was going to be just fine, that Americans would come through, that we would do the right thing. That Christians who proclaim family values as the utmost of importance would not elect a man who condones the sexual assault of women. That white Americans would stand beside their black, Hispanic, Asian-American, Muslim, disabled, immigrant, refugee, LGBTQ brothers and sisters.

I was wrong. I was living in my cozy, protected, white upper-middle class bubble.

White Christians paved the way to the presidency of Donald Trump. That is fact.

So. Where do we go from here? As my friend Deidra said this morning, "Now it's out in the open." And that's true. What I never saw coming is now out in the open, for me and all the rest of us to see.

America, we have a problem.

I'm a take-action kind of person. It comes from my dad, whose mantra is, "Make it happen." So that's my instinct right now. Do the work. Get it done. Make it happen. What the work is, what "it" is, I'm not exactly sure. But that's my instinct.

But I also think there's something to be said for allowing for a time for grief. I'm still in my pajamas right now as I type this at 10 a.m., which is absolutely unheard of. My bed is still unmade. The dirty dishes are still in the sink.

I am allowing myself the time to sit and think and process and repent and grieve. I'm allowing myself the time to acknowledge what's happened and my role in it as someone who has had the privilege of living in a cozy bubble these last months (years).

I'm not ready to rally. I'm not ready to "come together" and "God bless America" and "God is in control." I will be, in due time. Just not yet. I need a couple of hours. I need to lament.

This morning I listened to the Pray As You Go app, as I do most mornings. The reading was from Ezekiel 47:1, 6-9 and 12. I'm going to include it here in full, because it's important:

"In my vision, the man brought me back to the entrance of the Temple. There I saw a stream flowing east from beneath the door of the Temple, passing to the right of the altar on its south side. He asked me, 'Have you been watching, son of man?' Then he led me back along the riverbank. When I returned, I was surprised by the sight of many trees growing on both sides of the river. Then he said to me, 'This river flows east through the desert into the valley of the Dead Sea. The waters of this stream will make the salty waters of the Dead Sea fresh and pure. There will be swarms of living things wherever the water of this river flows. Fish will abound in the Dead Sea, for its water will become fresh. Life will flourish wherever this water flows. Fruit trees of all kinds will grow along both sides of the river. The leaves of these trees will never turn brown and fall, and there will always be fruit on their branches. There will be a new crop every month, for they are watered by the river flowing from the Temple. The fruit will be for food and the leaves for healing."

It's a beautiful vision, isn't it? Full of hope, healing, and life. And I believe it. I do. Even in grief and dismay. Even in anger and shame, I believe it.

I believe it for the Kingdom Come, but I also believe it for right now. Because here's the deal, friends: God is calling us right now, for this time, for such a time as this, to be the living stream - the stream that flows through the desert, the stream that makes the waters of the Dead Sea fresh and pure and full of life.

This is our job. This is our work, not just in Kingdom Come, but right now.

Life will flourish, the stream will flow, fruit will adorn the branches, leaves of healing will flutter in the breeze. God is still and will always be on the move. But we need to do our part as part of the living stream. We have work to do.

I plan to stay on the couch in my pajamas for another hour or so. I need a little more time to grieve and lament and process and be angry.

And then I'm going to get up, get dressed, make my bed, do the dishes, and go for a run. After that I'm going to come home and shower and put on lipstick and pet my dog and sit down at my computer to work. Later I will make friendly chat with the mailman, and pick up my kids from school, we'll talk more about the election, and we'll say grace and have dinner together.

I'm going to do my regular, everyday, ordinary work. I'm going to love my neighbors - the ones who voted for Trump and the ones who voted for Hillary. I'm going to extend grace. I'm going to try my best to love those I consider my enemy. I'm going to try to take the long view. I'm going to do my tiny part in the living stream.

As Mother Teresa said, I will do small things with great love.

And life will flourish where this water flows.