Facebook was a disaster of differing views for weeks, months, leading up to the Presidential Election. So many declared they couldn’t wait for it to be over so Facebook could go back to normal. I agreed, but secretly knew, it wouldn’t be that quick or simple. And it’s not. My Facebook feed is filled with so much anger and fear. It is filled with people demanding to know how others voted or they might unfriend them. It is filled with rage.
Yesterday, I sat down and connected with a friend. And I wept for her fear, for her children’s fear, for my confusion. I wept for us.
I told my children that our job, more than ever, is to look out for our friends and loved ones who others might not accept as equals…to reach out to help our friends who are black or brown, who are disabled, who believe differently than we do. To love them more fiercely than we ever have before. Love them sacrificially. Love them when it’s easy. Love them even more when it is hard to do so.
We need to love each other with the love of Christ. We need to be the hands and feet of Jesus, helping those we see in need.
I don’t have all the answers, I don’t have any really. I have no idea how that love will look most of the time, but I know it is a good place to start again, again, and again.
Survive til you Thrive!