I’ve made it through an entire election season without a peep. Not a Facebook share, not a Tweet, not a friggin’ blog post about anything political. Divisiveness destroys us, and after our choice of candidates plummeted to a decision between a would-be felon and a butt-grabbing egomaniac, I checked out. But even the strongest powers of denial have their limits, and after witnessing the irrational spewage of hate and crazy on social media this week, specifically from born again Christians, I fold.
Maybe it was the Christian mommy blogger vowing to disallow her children to play with other Trump-supporting Christians’ kids – “I don’t even know if we can worship in the same church,” lamented one writer. Or maybe it was a Christian public figure claiming she was barely able to crawl out of the bathroom post-Election day, because she was literally vomiting , weeping and keeping her children home from school, in the wake of this “disaster.” Yup, I think that one did it.
It’s not the ignorant claims or dramatic verbiage that astounds me. Complaining and spewing out half -truths sold from a biased media are par for the course on social media, and politics is the best fuel for ignorance. What absolutely amazes me, however, is the show of fear, outrage, and loss of faith shown by born again Christians at a time when our light should shine brightest.
Christians, where is our faith? Where is the strength, and the peace that surpasses all understanding we claim to possess because of the cross? Where is our ability to remain confident in God in a world living without the knowledge of Him? It sure isn’t on Facebook. Yes we’ve elected a borderline sociopath to the office of Presidency, but he’s not vowing to pull our children from their beds to murder them in the streets.
No, that’s happening in Mosul and other Middle Eastern countries. Right now…where the real problems are. Last year more than 7,100 Christians were killed for their faith, at a time when 27 million adults and 13 million children around the world are currently victims of human trafficking. Meanwhile here we sit in a warm, comfy, spoon fed cocoon we call home, where Christians are losing their supper and claiming to be afraid because the democratic election didn’t go their way.
The fact that Christians are losing their minds on Twitter, keeping their kids home from school, and urging parents to hide the citizenship papers for their legally adopted children in fire proof boxes is so much more upsetting to me than the number of rear-ends our President-elect has eyeballed.
He’s not a Christian, people. The man put dollar bills atop communion bread, thinking it was a tithing plate, for Pete’s sake. We’re not electing a moral leader, and yes, it would be nice if our future commander in chief didn’t make fun of fat people. I hear ya. But even if every policy so many people ignorantly believe will occur under Trump’s reign, we’d still be living in the greatest, safest, most abundant land on the planet. Middle Eastern women are being enslaved by the thousands, Christians are increasingly persecuted, nations are starving and yet here we are, spirit-filled, born again Christians attacking each other and our leadership, spewing angry, desperate rhetoric like the rest of the world. Time to wake up.