As the presidential election results came in last night, one of my sons watched with a Mexican flag wrapped around him. He did this in support of his Mexican-American friends. He did this because he loves them, because he doesn’t want them to be seen as second-class citizens, because he doesn’t want them to live in fear for those among them who are undocumented—like some of their parents.
My husband teared up this morning as he got ready to go in and teach his Latino-American and African-American students. “What do I tell my kids?” he said. “A lot of them have been really scared about this. What do I say?”
A few weeks ago when Trump made comments about African Americans in inner-city neighborhoods living in “hell” and how “stop and frisk” would be a possible solution, my children wanted to know what that meant. Then they asked, “Who would they stop? Our neighbors? On the street?”
They knew it probably wouldn’t be their white dad getting frisked on the way home. The gentleman across the street, though, the one they wave to every day and tell where they’re going and how they’re doing—he might.
A couple weeks ago, an ad popped up of a mother whose son has autism. She was offended by Donald Trump’s hand-flapping gesture. She said something like this: “My son isn’t welcome in Trump’s world. I don’t agree with much of Clinton’s stances, but I can’t vote for him.”
_________ isn’t welcome in Trump’s world. You can fill in the blank with a lot of words, all of them representing human beings, generally marginalized, without much voice. I couldn’t vote for him either.
I know some people reading this would say that my husband and I have filled our children’s heads with a lot of soft, pie-in-the-sky ideology.
But in the course of the evening, one of my older son’s friends—who would identify as a Christian—posted a pro-Trump slogan on social media and followed it with the hashtag “#build that wall.”
My son, tears in his eyes, asked me, “Mom, where’s the love?”
Oh, I’m glad for that heart.
Where is the love?
I understand that some at this point—were this a dialogue—would refer to love for the unborn.
And I get that. I really do, but I also wonder this: if we can’t love those right in front of us, those that some in the majority might see as “not-like-me, might-be-taking-my-tax-dollars” folks, then any love for the unborn, who are easy to love because we’re not changing their diapers and footing their bills, seems a little suspect.
And, I might add, what also seems suspect is that Trump has some sense of love and justice for the unborn.
The electoral college just elected a businessman whose entire career is based on success for himself regardless of the cost to others; a man who sees women as little more than sexual objects; a man who seems to view most others as beneath him (and that’s almost automatic if you have a different skin color or ethnicity than his); a man who wants a return to good old days—days when almost all white churches supported or tolerated racial injustice of many kinds.
I don’t think small government and lower taxes were worth that much.
I know I’m simplifying this—that so many will say there were other issues, but I fail to see the biblical, ethical, righteous concern in many of them. I find a lot of “rights” involved, and I struggle with this because I don’t find my rights touted in Scripture, and I do find a lot of statements about standing up for others when they’re oppressed.
At one point this morning, my children gathered around me in the kitchen, “What do we do?”
“We remember who we are,” I told them. “As Americans, President-elect Trump will be our president, but we are not Americans first. We are followers of Jesus. He is our King, and we live first and foremost as his followers, as his citizens. We will love Him, and we will love our neighbors, and when we need to stand with and for them, we will.”
3 thoughts on “the Love”
But, God! We have a Sovereign God! Life for us Christ followers is no different today than before, during or after the elections. During national and personal turmoil, we must know what we believe about the Sovereignty of God. Life is hard for many in many different ways. The hope we have for the world is still the same. Jesus Christ. Jen, your response to the children was right on! And, aren’t we glad we live in a country where we each have a right to our religious and political choices!
I’m disappointed, stop and frisk keeps people in those neighborhoods safe. Undocumented workers are illegal, not waiting in line for their turn. Life is not fair, God only promised to be there, not a cozy, stress-free life. We are not called to hate, or oppress, but we are supposed to follow the law. I have compassion; however, it’s not legal or right!!
Are you saying you’re disappointed in me? Your comment came through anonymously, so I’m not sure who I’m talking with. I live in one of those neighborhoods, so I’m not talking from the standpoint of being outside it, and stop and frisk was ruled unconstitutional. Regarding undocumented workers, I don’t think it’s a matter of waiting in line for their turn. In many cases, that turn would never come, and when you’re working at below minimum wage and trying to feed a family, waiting in line isn’t an option. Anyway, I don’t want to engage in debate–it doesn’t generally end in love or peace. I’m okay to disagree peaceably, though. Blessings.