I decline to accept the end of man.
Both sides are still in shock. But this isn’t the end, friends. It’s not the last word. We can change this. I’m not talking recall. This is bigger.
Regardless of how you voted, take heart knowing others feel the same.
My facebook feed shows me four kinds of people:
1. My friends who are devastated. Banging their heads against the wall. How could this happen? What am I going to tell my babies?
2. My friends whose candidate of choice won, but still feel sick to their stomachs and overall yucky about it all.
3. My friends who are gloating and saying Christianity won because they voted the Christian way, the way God would have wanted. As if racism and hatred are God’s way. God’s way is love. Period.
4. My friends who are trying to be positive, posting cute photos of babies and puppies and posts about hope. (I love you!)
You know what the bigger plan is? It’s you.
With human decency shredded to pieces in this election, you have the power to restore it. There is work to be done.
While the election changes a lot, it doesn’t change everything. Kudos to you for voting but your job’s not done. There are big things you still have to do.
Bandaid your wounds and let’s care for the ones truly hurting.
Mr. Rogers says when you’re scared to look for the helpers but it just doesn’t fly here. It’s not enough. We must BE the helpers.
We have used this horrible, sideshow of an election with sweeping generalizations and, even worse – indifference while ignoring basic human decency at the expense of people.
FDR said his firm belief is the only thing we have to fear is fear itself-nameless, unreasoning, unjustified terror which paralyzes needed efforts to convert retreat into advance.
So let’s name the fears.
Let’s have open conversations about racism, poverty and even the issues we can’t see but are so very real, like domestic violence and childhood hunger. The only way it will get better is if we learn to talk about them.
So with no malice and lots of love, and because I’m tired of the fighting and because Jesus said, Blessed are the peacemakers: for they shall be called the children of God, let us not stop here. Let’s be peacemakers.
Today let us, in the words of William Faulkner create out of the materials of the human spirit something which did not exist before. His wise words:
I decline to accept the end of man. It is easy enough to say that man is immortal because he will endure: that when the last ding-dong of doom has clanged and faded from the last worthless rock hanging tideless in the last red and dying evening, that even then there will still be one more sound: that of his puny inexhaustible voice, still talking. I refuse to accept this. I believe that man will not merely endure: he will prevail. He is immortal, not because he alone among creatures has an inexhaustible voice, but because he has a soul, a spirit capable of compassion and sacrifice and endurance. The poet’s, the writer’s, duty is to write about these things. It is his privilege to help man endure by lifting his heart, by reminding him of the courage and honor and hope and pride and compassion and pity and sacrifice which have been the glory of his past. The poet’s voice need not merely be the record of man, it can be one of the props, the pillars to help him endure and prevail. <3
Friends, we are all the poets.
Onward and upward.