To my white evangelical brothers:
This will be my last word on the election. (“And there was much rejoicing!”) We are hurtling toward something and God only knows what it will be. I’ve been a constant presence in your Facebook feed and blog reader, and I am a little sorry about that. But I felt compelled to speak and so I spoke, if only into the wind. The good news for you is that I can’t imagine that I’ll have anything else to say between now and Tuesday.
I just had two final thoughts.
1. Most of our prophets, our Christian sisters, the aliens and the widows among us, the marginalized and oppressed, our leaders who have not yet gone cheap for power, the best parts of our tradition, and, I’m guessing, the faint voice of our own conscience—they’re all urging us to run away from Donald Trump as quickly as possible. But the overwhelming majority of us still say we’re supporting Trump. Who in the world have we been listening to?
2. Whether we loved or loathed Barack Obama’s policies, for two terms we have had as our president a down-to-earth family man, a faithful husband and devoted father, a respecter of women and children, and a devout Christian. And yet many of us spent the last eight years cultivating (or at least countenancing) an atmosphere of racism, conspiracy, fear, and personal vilification. We thus helped pave the way for a Republican nominee who has been married three times, has bragged about his infidelities, has been accused of multiple acts of sexual harassment and assault, and whose entire campaign is based on—big surprise—racism, conspiracy, fear, and personal vilification.
Brothers, this is yet another reminder that rhetoric matters. It prepares the soil for good or bad seeds to take root. The choice we make on Tuesday is whether we will harvest our bitter crop, or whether we will turn it over and let it decompose, learning from our mistakes, and trusting that with time and greater wisdom we can help grow something good again.
That’s all I have to say. Thanks for reading.