Judgment

I normally don’t get in the middle of politics and religion (unless you’re someone I trust) and I’ve debated on this for, gosh, a week or more now. You see, I don’t normally like to throw my two cents in unless I feel that my two cents is needed, and I’ve been questioning if I knew enough about this topic to add my thoughts. 
Then tonight I keep feeling like there’s a weight on my chest and that there is something I need to do – this usually means God is knocking me on the head and telling me to act. 
So naturally, I trust Him and act. 

After He knocks for a while, cause ya know?
This picture sums up my frustration with this country right now. 

And no, not because I agree, but because I wholeheartedly disagree. 
How dare anyone question any other persons faith. How dare you assume you know so much that you know the heart of those who are Christian and voted for, now president, Trump? 

Don’t get me wrong, we all have that very human and sinful side of us who question others about their choices and how it pertains to their faith, but hopefully we realize our error and pray about it. 

Not for the other persons sin, but for our own. 
I could handle being called racist, homophobic, etc because of who I voted for. It irritated me and hurt, because I know it’s not true, but it didn’t affect me down to my core. 
But insinuating that I’m not following Christ is a whole other ball game. 


My faith is hard won. God found me when I hit the lowest of lows and He loved me when I wasn’t even sure if I loved myself. I strive to live as closely to how He wants me to live as I can. I have learned to forgive those who hurt me. I have learned to accept those who differ from me. I have learned to turn to Christ in anger, instead of allowing the emotion to consume me. 
Jesus died for me on that cross, not because I’m so faithful, but because His love for us transcends anything we could ever comprehend. He died for me when I was so buried in sin and I was living only for myself. He died for me when I went weeks without praying. He loves me. He loves you. 
For someone to group every Christian together  who voted republican and assume that we are all horrible people is so hypocritical. You judge us because we apparently judge others? What? You can judge and it’s acceptable because you’re liberal? No. Wrong. No one can judge. 
Do we though? I’d be lying if I said no. But you’re just as guilty. Never start pointing fingers unless your own hands are clean. 
But because of my faith, I forgive you. 

Because of my faith I love you and want the absolute best for you. 
Instead of passing a judgment on me, try and get to know me. Ask me about my views, my Christian walk, my story, my friends. Learn about who I am. 
You’d be surprised to see that I’m nothing like what you assume. 
Truthfully, if you want to know, ask. That’s how we all grow. 
I’m sure there’s plenty we don’t agree on, but that’s the beautiful thing about the USA. 

When you want to retort with hate, pray. 

It’s been a hard few days. 

People are ripping each other apart and hate seems to be in everyone’s actions. We have rioting in the streets and people being called bigot, misogynistic, and racist – most of the time by people who don’t understand what the words truly mean. We have a divide amongst us and no one seems to want to bridge the gap. 

I won’t lie – there have been times in the past few days I’ve had to bite my tongue. I’ve typed responses to tweets, only to have to walk away and think. Part of me wanted to respond and the other wanted to stay out of it. I debated on if I was responding to enlighten or if I was only wanting to state my opinion. 

As I took a breather to analyze my response, I realized something – I was speaking in anger. I was angry. I was pissed off. I felt personally attacked and I wanted to let everyone know it. That thought made me close out of twitter and put my phone down. 

I would be responding with hate. I would be speaking in anger. How would that do any good? You can’t fight hate with more hate because it will only blow up in your face. 

So I challenge everyone to pray before you speak. I challenge everyone to take a step back and ask yourself why you’re responding. If you can’t separate yourself from the situation and give a response out of love – don’t type that message. Delete that tweet. 

Rise above the hate. Personify that change you want to see. 

Dear Americans Who Voted Trump

It’s a hard time. 

People protesting in the streets, hate being brought on you for your choice, and you’re being made out as a bigot and racist. 

You are being made out to be heartless. Ignorant, even. 

I know, because I am one of you. 
My decision to vote for Pres-Elect Trump did not come easy. I prayed and wrestled with my decision for a long time. 

You see, I live in the Appalachian Mountains, near coal mines and lots of factories. We have taken a massive hit and people hurt. People were scared of a Democratic win, because our jobs and livelihood could have been on the line. I’ve seen what Obamacare has done to jobs; part time at my job use to be up to 35 hours, but went down to 28. We couldn’t handle another four years of the same. 

We vote, because we hurt. 

I pray that we all can come together and build a better tomorrow for our children. That we can become a stronger country than ever before. 

But we have to stop fighting one another for that to happen. 

In my neighborhood there are a lot of Clinton signs. We have a Trump sign. As we were walking back from voting (we live 45 seconds from our polling location) we passed our neighbor who has a Clinton sign. She was excited to see us out voting, and I was happy to see her going to do the same. This is how we should all be. 

Let this not divide us, but bring us closer. 

To those who are being ridiculed because of your vote, I hurt with you. You are not a racist or a deplorable person. You are human and voted your heart. 

For those who are hurting and afraid of a Trump presidency, I feel your hurt. I pray that in time none of your fears are realized and you can feel joy for your country. 

And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.

1 Corinthians 13:13