This morning I feel the hurt of all those people for whom this election has serious consequences. I grieve for immigrants, Muslims, minorities, the LGBT+ community and women. I grieve for those in countries who are most affected by climate change – for one of the most powerful countries in the world now has a leader who denies its existence.
This morning I feel the hurt of being unable to say that it’ll all be ok when Trump has explicitly said otherwise. But amidst this loss, I lift my eyes to the Lord and remember that all is not lost.
This morning I feel the hurt but I don’t give up hope. We are to always stand up for the powerless, the poor, the disenfranchised and the disregarded, regardless of who is President. And when things get harder, we fight harder too. And we praise the Lord that love always wins.
1 Praise the Lord.
Praise the Lord, my soul.
2 I will praise the Lord all my life;
I will sing praise to my God as long as I live.
3 Do not put your trust in princes,
in human beings, who cannot save.
4 When their spirit departs, they return to the ground;
on that very day their plans come to nothing.
5 Blessed are those whose help is the God of Jacob,
whose hope is in the Lord their God.
6 He is the Maker of heaven and earth,
the sea, and everything in them—
he remains faithful forever.
7 He upholds the cause of the oppressed
and gives food to the hungry.
The Lord sets prisoners free,
8 the Lord gives sight to the blind,
the Lord lifts up those who are bowed down,
the Lord loves the righteous.
9 The Lord watches over the foreigner
and sustains the fatherless and the widow,
but he frustrates the ways of the wicked.
10 The Lord reigns forever,
your God, O Zion, for all generations.
Praise the Lord.