Sunday, January 22, 2017

Dear American,

I’m not one to talk about politics, but with all of the women’s marches and protests the last two days, my mind needs to process.

I am perplexed. People are losing their minds. There are riots and marches and protests all standing up for "morality" while in doing so, people seem to have thrown aside all morals. This isn't everyone, but some are even lighting fires, breaking windows, defacing vehicles, and yelling obscenities on TV.

The events I have been witnessing hurt my soul. We are acting recklessly, abandoning sound judgement, and creating our own standards of what is morally acceptable behavior.

We are holding Trump to a higher standard than we hold ourselves. We have been quick to point a finger and verbally assault him with talk of how he is not behaving according to “our moral standards.” And I agree, he is wrong in the way he speaks and acts. But so are you and I. It is okay for us to lie, cheat, and swear, but not him. But wait, isn’t he a sinner just like us? Yes, the leader of our country should be held to high standards, but so should we.

Think of the music on the radio that the majority of Americans listen to. Lyrics that demean and degrade women. Songs praising a warped view on sex and intimacy. But he is worse than us? American, you are angry but you are no different. Why is it okay to watch pornography from the comfort of your own bedroom but when Trump publicly talks about the way he has violated a woman that is far worse? Why is it okay to buy into America’s cheap culture of viewing women as objects for your pleasure but when you hear “locker room talk” you cringe.

Examine yourselves. Are you better than this man? Or are you quick to point a finger, blind to your own hypocrisy? In the midst of all this “not my president” talk, honestly evaluate yourself… Does this president represent you? Yes. He does. He represents hopelessly rebellious, sinful, hell-bound people.

But God.


There is hope. Let this leader point you higher. Let this man, whom you despise and who might, just might, make you despise your own blood-stained hands, direct your eyes to another leader. A heavenly king. King Jesus. 

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