So here we are after this election. With headlines I and most of my friends and family did not expect. I am watching Hillary’s concession speech I am and probably will be for awhile on the edge of tears, and maybe over the edge. Perhaps for the first time in my life I’m aware of the rejection of someone I admired and deeply identify with: an educated, organized, strong white woman. I really thought it was our moment. And I just ache for Hillary and all she has been through, all she has offered, the President she could have been and knows she could have been. She is such a class act.
OK. Here come the tears.
This evening I am on to lead a Bible study at a local church -- the Gospel of Matthew, looking at Jesus' teaching and the Sermon on the Mount. The story of Jesus that we have in this gospel Matthew is about a community that forms in the midst of great political turmoil and surrounded by values that are not those of this community. And he preaches inclusiveness, care for the poor, healing for those who are left out. Reading this part of the gospel story today I am impressed by the way that Jesus’ teaching of his disciples invites and describes a way of life and an attitude that is a life-giving way in any and all times. And for me the shift in national fortunes makes this even more vivid.
I've posted on a separate page my poem "Judgment Day" -written in 2001 -- which sounds in a different way what I'm still mulling over, as someone who belongs to the now-discredited "elite" and aware of my connection to so many of my neighbors. Still not sure how to paraphrase the insight but I think it still speaks.