I can actually be quite sensitive which isn’t convenient when I also am passionate about my opinions–passionate enough that not speaking my mind, even on controversial topics, feels like a betrayal of the soul (which sounds like an exaggeration but isn’t…there are plenty of things I hold my tongue on…the things I don’t hold my tongue on are because I cannot). Still, when I share these opinions, I write as if I am not sensitive but sometimes get my feelings hurt, even knowing I choose to enter the arena…which is my own thing to deal with.
I tried to be a cynic for a while. I was so sick of man/woman hurting the world and nothing changing. I just decided I was going to put all my faith in Jesus and avoid the news and let my eyes glaze over since I used to be a political junkie and I couldn’t take it anymore.
Soon after the Paris attacks and in the middle of my shock and horror over how the refugee crisis was handled in the US, I forced myself to reenter the world and my eyes unglazed. I realized that so many of us are exhausted by “it” all but if we let that exhaustion lick us, if everyone who feels like I did thought, “Well, someone else can speak up because I’m tired” then it was very possible no one would say a word and the people with hate propelling their hearts and speech would be heard instead.
I keep wondering who is voting for this hateful man
…a man who talks about women in a disgusting way
…a man who has alluded to having sex with his own daughter
…a man who believes a wall is an answer when no wall in history has ever been successful at keeping another country or people group out
…a man who has already announced that if he wins, he will go after first amendment rights (free speech)
— Donald J. Trump (@realDonaldTrump) February 28, 2016
…a man who hesitated to denounce an endorsement from the KKK (and when he finally did, he was way too casual and not at all serious about it)
…and so many other things
Who is voting for this guy?
Then I saw the article that said it so simply with this headline: “Trump Won Super Tuesday Because America is Racist.”
Now, not all Americans are racist but it cannot be denied (at least I cannot deny it) that this country, no matter what we would like to believe, continues to have racist undertones and even sometimes, overtones.
And if you do not think Donald Trump is racist, then where in the hell have you been? From his opening remarks, after he rode down the escalator to announce he was running, he has said terrible things. How the heck can a man tweet a Mussolini quote and it be okay? How can a man hesitate for even 24 hours in denouncing the KKK and still not only be in the race but leading it?
Maybe you think he will make America great again (if you do, we have different definitions of “great”). Maybe you think he will fix the economy. The economy is a valid concern but you and I are still on different wavelengths because even if he does fix it, based on what he has already done and said, I’m terrified of what his version of a great America looks like, fixed economy or not.
I grew up in a politically conservative family in a politically conservative area. But I’ve also leaned towards the middle since I could follow things on my own. When I became more active in my faith, I became both more conservative in some areas and more liberal in others. One thing I truly believe is that people have to be willing to come to the table and listen to one another. How can one learn or grow without this trait, politically or otherwise?
Though I have called myself an independent, in my life so far, I have voted only Republican (never easily, never automatically, and sometimes to my regret). Despite my voting record, I cannot in good conscience vote for Trump. I cannot do it as a Christian. I cannot do it as a woman. I cannot do it as someone who is called to love my neighbor. I cannot do it as a writer. I cannot do it as someone who loves democracy. I cannot do it any way I slice it.
He goes against everything my parents ever instilled in me and he is certainly the antithesis of what Jesus proclaimed.
I’m not tough but I am passionate. And I’m through being a cynic, thinking there is nothing to be done about this runaway train. I’m called to be an ambassador for Christ (2 Corinthians 5:20) and if you claim to be a Christian you are an ambassador for him too. You cannot support Trump; you cannot vote for him and be both. Period. If you think otherwise, please get on your knees and pray.
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