So, while hiking my dog Riversong this morning up Morgan Creek Trail, I witnessed two things: one pathway closed down for repairs. And the other route that is open literally with a car nose-first, slammed into the trees on the walking trial. Very surreal. Looking at with a gentle rain falling, I couldn’t help but think — this is how many of us feel. To have a candidate who ran on fear, ignorance, deep anger, and misogyny win not by the popular vote but by electoral college votes — I think many of us are winded, feeling we are witnessing quite the wreck.
I am a spiritual counselor and chaplain, and at heart often still the simple southern preacher I was so many years. I can’t but think in the face of such traumatic moments of the words of Psalm 46:
“God is our refuge and strength,
a very present help in trouble.
Therefore we will not fear, though the earth should change,
though the mountains shake in the heart of the sea;
though its waters roar and foam,
though the mountains tremble with its tumult…
‘Be still, and know that I am God!
I am exalted among the nations,
I am exalted in the earth.”
The Lord of hosts is with us;
the God of Jacob is our refuge.'”
Friends, if you are heart broken and afraid, do not lose heart. There is a goodness that guides our days which can guide us whatever uncertainties lay ahead. And we are called to not throw up our hands in despair but embrace the grace present in this moment, so that we find the ways to be people of grace, workers of justice, peacemakers and bringers of light in moments of darkness.
Words of Unitarian Universalist pastor and folk singer Meg Barnhouse, inspired by the visions of medieval mystic Julian of Norwich, gives us hope:
Your progressive redneck preacher,