A Beginning

As my research and reading comes to an end for this J-term class I am a mixed bag of emotions.

With the prayer "I believe, Lord, Help my unbelief," constantly on my lips these days, I seem to have made my home in the awkward crack between hope and despair.

Working on this project this month has opened my eyes to so many others who are fighting the same fight. I am encouraged by the fact that I am not alone. I am inspired by the work that is being done.

But for every song I listen to, video I watch, article/book I read, about the forces of good at work in this world, I know that there are just as many people working against it.

And I don't think most of them are even working against it due to bad intentions. They just don't know. And they don't want to know. "Father forgive them for they do not know what they are doing."

Everything aside, the BLM movement has inspired me not to give up. As long as they are fighting, I will continue to get up each morning and fight along side of them.

Also note, that when I say fight, I mean non-violence. Violence is not a part of this movement. This is a war on hearts and on minds, not on the body.

We will fight for the right to be who we are. No matter the color of our skin, our sexual orientation, our gender, etc. The only thing that matters is that we are one race: Human.

This weekend I attended my local Women's march. I was left a little wounded by my own anxiety.. wondering what the next day would look like.

Will Trump make a statement declaring he has heard our cries? Will our government officials across the nation rise up with us and defend our humanity?

Or will we be ignored? Laughed at? Pushed aside?

Well.. I didn't really get the recognition I wanted from the people who make our laws..

BUT we were breaking news. And we were EVERYWHERE!

The Saturday march was a success because of the mass number of people who came out to participate.

How can that many people be ignored!?!?

Leave it to SNL to remind me that it is NOT our President who makes change happen,

but rather it is large groups of people, angry people, who make things happen and if Saturday's demonstration is any indication of how Trump's America is going to go, then I think there is still hope.

I'm feeling pretty hopeful for real change to happen. I have deafening fears as well.

But hope always wins. Always.

No matter who is president,

Christ is King.

I hope this has been eye opening for you. I hope you learned a little bit along the way.

And, most of all, I hope I have encouraged you to act.

WE are the people.