One Week Later

“This loss hurts, but please, never stop believing that fighting for what is right is worth it. It is worth it. We need you to keep up these fights now and for the rest of your lives.” – Hillary Clinton

 

Armadillo.jpgOne week ago I turned 31. One week ago Donald Trump won the general election for president of the United States. One week ago things changed for me.

If you follow me on Facebook you probably saw my enraged post invoking my baptismal vows, my vocation as scholar-teacher, and call to action for those in education, ministry, and advocacy. You also saw my beginning list of actions toward justice and education including raising money for an educational program, being trained in environmental advocacy and community organizing, continuing my work in Christian education in the wake of rural deindustrialization, and connecting with the people in my community.

I’ve begun that work. I am in Georgia at a training full of United Methodists from around the country being trained as the inaugural class of Earth Keepers. (I also an armadillo up close today just walking under the bridge of the train I was on. But that’s neither here nor there.)

I’ll continue to post his week about the experiences, but it is a beginning for me, not in environmental justice (I’ve been passionate about that for a while), but it is a beginning of my response to an election which screams out to me as a dangerous trajectory for the future of humanity.

As I go forward, I will listen, hope, create, and speak out. My vocational call to the rural United States is reaffirmed in these election results and my dissertation. My study of hauntedness, the promise of lost futures, the need for resurrection which require death, and the presence of Sabbath disruptions in the lives of rural people, but often absent in their churches.