All night long I was angry. Frustrated. Bitter. The thought of four years with this man in the White House brings me a great amount of grief.
I voted for Hillary. Now, I know what you’re thinking: that liberal millennial punk – he doesn’t know what this country is founded on; he doesn’t care about our jobs; he doesn’t care about religious liberty; he’s too young to understand how much our country has gone down the drain.
What I found, though, after that anger, and frustration, and bitterness, was something unexpected. I found a mirror. I found Jesus holding my heart and coaxing me toward a better understanding of myself. I voted for Hillary because climate change is a real thing, and Donald Trump will do nothing but hurt our chances at stopping this from happening. I voted for Hillary because she was more interested than he is in helping immigrants fleeing from war. I voted for her because I think she had a better plan for the economy than he does.
All of those things entail a loss for other people in this country. Those are things that I didn’t think of – or if I did, I thought of them with little regard for the people they would affect. Those coal miners that would lose their jobs: Eh, who cares? The earth is more important than a few thousand American jobs. Those people who could be displaced because of Syrian refugees and fear for their safety: They are being childish and ignorant!
Maybe Jesus wants to take this opportunity to teach people like me a lesson. Yes, those things are important. Yes, a Trump presidency will have a profound negative impact on many Americans’ lives. We have work to do in this country. But right now, today – Jesus wants to save me. He wants to make my heart a little softer, and help me learn to love those people that don’t really make sense to me.
Jesus, have mercy on me, a sinner.