In the end, I am a pastor with a divided congregation. There are some who will gloat over the election results and others who will mourn. My calling doesn’t change. My hopes and visions and dreams don’t change. My Savior doesn’t change. There are still hungry who need to be fed, thirsty who need to be quenched. Preaching, teaching. Am I surprised by the election? Yes. Does it change who I am? No.
I am dismayed by the hatred on both sides of the political spectrum. The country has always needed prophets to speak truth to power to both sides of the political aisle. As a pastor, I feel called to be skeptical of members of both parties and to stand in opposition to those who seek power over justice. I was disillusioned and angered by Trump’s divisive language and demeaning words about women, the disabled, immigrants, and Muslims during this election, as much as I was at Clinton’s self-righteousness, and I agreed with Bernie Sanders and his concerns about Clinton’s Wall Street connections and willingness to disregard principles for financial gain.
I am a proud American, but I cannot sell my soul to one party over another. Both are seriously flawed.
I am first, before anything, a man of faith. As such, I can only be filled with hope, love, compassion. I will not lash out at others who I may not agree with calling them bigots or sexist or homophobic, for I know in my heart that I too am a sinner who falls short and have no reason to be self-righteous.
I will pray for unity and continue to try to be a humble servant of God.