Someone said late last week, “I’m glad that’s over.” Most of us would agree that the toxicity of the political campaign affected our nation in regrettable ways. Now we have to decide how we pick up the pieces of our shattered psyche. Amidst the digs, insults, accusations, and dirty tactics, a campaign slogan emerged: Love Trumps Hate. It was obviously a slam against the candidate. It appeared as a sound bite, a bumper sticker, t-shirts, and banners.
Last week, a child at her choir practice told her leader that she was moving to Canada. When questioned about it, she responded that her mother had told her that she no longer felt safe in her own country. Tales of the Canadian immigration website crashing brought to mind those who threatened to leave the country if their candidate didn’t win.
Love trumps hate. Ugly protests, some that have turned violent, demonstrate how divided our nation is right now. There is a seething anger that has surfaced over these long months and has erupted post-election. We are a people who desperately need to see love trump hate.
Regardless of how we feel about the current or future occupant of the White House, we are called upon to pray for our leaders. But our responsibility goes much further.
How do you combat darkness? Is it really too simplistic to say you have to turn on some light? How do you thwart hate? Is it naïve to believe that love is more powerful?
I know we live in a broken, twisted world where evil seems to be overwhelming. Evil is not hiding in the dark waiting to spring on the unsuspecting. Evil resides in each heart where unspeakable harm and hurt can linger. Evil has become bold and persistent. Evil parades in full view.
But evil has an expiration date. You and I know that everything that is wrong in our world will one day be made right. Our task is to hasten that day. It’s true: love does trump hate.