Nasty women, bad hombres, emails, insults, and so much mud that the entire nation needs a bath.
Where do we find home in the midst of so much despair? What do we do when moving to Canada feels less like a punchline and more like a viable option?
We echo the prophets and find hope in our lament:
How long? Well, the election is today. But we all know that tomorrow will not be the last sniffle in what seems to be an eternal, endless, and ever-interrupting debate.
How long? As long as it takes. We find hope when we pray with our feet, marching for justice and standing against oppression, building bridges rather than walls, bailing out we the people rather than them the banks.
So march to your polling place, stand in your voting booth, and cast your vote, not in despair, but filled with hope.
- How do you find hope in the midst of despair?
- What does it mean for you to vote filled with hope?