
I’m not sure I can give a poetic, inspiring summery of my feelings today, but I’ll do my best.
I have not really dared to hope in a long time. The last eight years of Bush’s political reign, along with what I believe is the hijacking of my faith by the closed-minded “faithful”, has given me good reason to be in a place of despair. I have watched our nation lose the respect of most of the world, as well as the continued efforts to fight a fraudulent war. I have seen those who claim to love Jesus fight to restrict the freedom of my fellow Americans. I listened, sadly, as the wealthy accused Obama of being a socialist who would redistribute their wealth—wealth that in some cases has prevented others from having even just the basics. No, I did not dare to believe that America would elect a black man and set a course of change for our nation and indeed the world.
It was raining when I woke up this morning. I called Amanda to find out the election results—I was too nervous to keep up with all the polling and predictions last night. But her delightful reply of “Obama” made me happy in spite of the gloomy day outside. I was joyous at the news—so joyous that I have spent the day alternating between smiles and tears. Later, the rain clouds blew off and I felt the sun on my back—I had reason to be hopeful. It’s been so long since that has been true for me.
I have not really dared to hope in a long time. The last eight years of Bush’s political reign, along with what I believe is the hijacking of my faith by the closed-minded “faithful”, has given me good reason to be in a place of despair. I have watched our nation lose the respect of most of the world, as well as the continued efforts to fight a fraudulent war. I have seen those who claim to love Jesus fight to restrict the freedom of my fellow Americans. I listened, sadly, as the wealthy accused Obama of being a socialist who would redistribute their wealth—wealth that in some cases has prevented others from having even just the basics. No, I did not dare to believe that America would elect a black man and set a course of change for our nation and indeed the world.
It was raining when I woke up this morning. I called Amanda to find out the election results—I was too nervous to keep up with all the polling and predictions last night. But her delightful reply of “Obama” made me happy in spite of the gloomy day outside. I was joyous at the news—so joyous that I have spent the day alternating between smiles and tears. Later, the rain clouds blew off and I felt the sun on my back—I had reason to be hopeful. It’s been so long since that has been true for me.