America isn’t just some New Jersey casino, Florida country club, or New York City high-rise that a madman and his kids get to stick their names on and suck dry for their benefit.
Bishop Mariann Edgar Budde stood in a Washington, DC cathedral and did the one thing spiritual leaders are here to do: she let her faith speak unequivocally—pushback, conflict, and retribution be damned.
This America is not the America Dr. King dreamed of—and until it is, we who share the dream need to steward that dream in such a way that it brings us conflict and discomfort and injury; because his dream requires such things from the privileged.
Compassion is the defiant, relentless, rebellious burden that will not allow us to turn away when someone is hurting—and there are so many who are hurting right now.
Time to give thanks for the rabble-rousers and the good troublemakers who serve as a thorn in the side of the sorrow-bringers; those who confound and exasperate and push back when human dignity is assailed.
I believe America will be less secure, less diverse, less compassionate, and less decent under his leadership. And so, I proudly declare my future resistance to his grotesque version of American “greatness,” no matter how difficult this becomes.
Hope isn’t something anyone can give you; it doesn’t come from a post you read or a speech you stream or a seminar you attend. It’s not downloaded from social media or handed down like an inheritance from a wise, older relative.
It's all been fairly disheartening to see one's faith tradition swallowed up by a violent, bullying, gun-toting, whitewashed, Don't Tread on Me cultural smallness.
In their Christmas Carol, there would only be the continuing waking nightmare visited upon good people, by men and women of privilege whose souls or humanity could no longer be reached.
The very white Conservatives who’ve been loudly sounding the alarm, are the incessantly-advancing hordes. They’re the only ones warring with Christmas because they’ve disregarded their own faith tradition’s birth story.