The Truth About The Election…At Least For Me

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There will be books written about this time in the United States’ history. I’m sure many are already being written. What does all this mean? Who’s right? Who’s wrong? Where does the truth lie? Do we even have the ability to know anymore? I can’t sort it all through.

The deepest truth I can find in this election and its accompanying atmospherics, for me at least, is the darkness it has revealed in my own heart. Some of what’s in me is a vague and ambiguous judgmentalism that I can’t even quite pinpoint. It just kind of sits heavily in me and operates seemingly without direction. It arises without my conscious permission. It has an unbridled willingness to draw dehumanizing, dismissive, and diminishing conclusions about both entire groups of people and individual human beings, while simultaneously excoriating those who do the same.

It is this that keeps me awake, this darkness in me. It feels like too much to bear. I have wondered (or, perhaps discovered?) if this—the darkness within my own heart—is the burden Jesus was referring to when he said, “Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light.” I have never quite thought it so until now. But given the tears that come to my eyes and the begging my heart begins to speak as I hear this invitation, this must indeed be what he meant. “Come to me and I will give you rest.” Yes, Lord, here I am.

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4 thoughts on “The Truth About The Election…At Least For Me

  1. You are not alone. Thank you for so humbly articulating what I sense happening within me. I wrote a prayer I shared on my blog the day after (http://www.hellolovelystudio.com/2016/11/post-election-lovely.html), and since then I have been thinking about my posture. How in times of grief I so often retreat into the cave and curl up in a ball…a response so different from standing up tall in the light outside of the cave with my face pointed toward the sky (I’m thinking here about what I learned from the experience of Fr Michael’s embodied prayer at the Practice) in a posture inviting new life and breath and light to enter and transform me. Confessing our shadows is powerful, and I am joining you this morning.

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