No use beating around the bush. The Presidential election has upended the entire country. Some rejoice. Some grieve. Some are on fire with rage. Others are trying to find some way to be positive.
What’s a Christian to do? No, let me rephrase that. What are you to do? And does Christian faith have anything to offer you in your response? You do indeed have a response, and you are already making it and will continue to do so, though you may shift a bit here and there. Keeping silent is a response. Wait-and-see is a response. Spewing vitriol is a response. Saying “I told you so” is a response. Gloating is a response. So is desperation.
Sermons are not the place to dissect election returns. Nor, for my money, are they the place to moralize or paper over difficult things with pious platitudes. But sermons are a place, one would hope, for telling the truth. My purpose is to tell you some truth. Nothing of what I am about to say is anything more or less than my attempt to tell you what I believe to be the truthful answer to one question: what does Christian faith have to offer you in your response to this election’s results?
You might notice, as I do, that sometimes the scriptures appointed for a given Sunday, though selected years ago, might well have been chosen with current events in mind. Such is the gospel for today. “…Jesus said, ‘As for these things that you see, the days will come when not one stone will be left upon another; all will be thrown down.’” He said that as people were oohing and ah-ing about the beautiful temple, Judaism’s most sacred institution. Well, the temple has long been gone, and all that is left is part of the old retaining wall now known as “the Western Wall” and sometimes called “the Wailing Wall.”
|The Western Wall, Jerusalem|
Generally speaking, we are not fond of seeing the institutions that we revere and respect dismantled stone by stone. We don’t do well seeing the things we’ve worked and prayed and sacrificed for and sometimes given our lives to trashed and smashed by those who either do not understand or who do understand yet repudiate the very values that guide the building of communal fabric that through symbol and sacred promise bind the quarrelsome human family together. Sometimes reality dishes up the tragic vision of us standing before the ruins of a once noble civilization with little left to do but weep and wail and gnash our teeth, sticking prayers of grief and sadness into the crevices between the few stones left standing, bleak reminders of what once was and is no more.
One of the ironic twists in all this is that the very destruction that threatens to obliterate all that we hold dear, and very well may do so, is the catastrophe that in another way spotlights truth. I do not mean that the truth is necessarily hopeful or comforting. Quite often it is anything but. The entire biblical narrative is replete with stories of ruinous reigns, invasions, exile, defeat, oppression, slavery, and subjugation. Indeed huge swaths of the story, whole books of the Bible, are attempts to appropriate calamitous developments and the occasional ray of hope. When catastrophe happens the light shines on the reality exposing the situation for what it is. Exposed is the folly of believing in the invincibility of human endeavor. Exposed is the betrayal of values. Exposed are the deep fault lines and fissures between tribes pitted against each other, divisions that simmered under the radar, ready to break out when crisis shook the nation. Exposed over the long haul is the truth of the prophets’ thunder warning the careless of disaster. Exposed too is the promise spoken by the Prophet Malachi, “For you who revere my name the sun of righteousness will arise with healing in its wings.”
We may wish to think that our situation is unique. Not so much. We’ve been here before. 1776, 1860, 1917, 1929, 1941, 1963, 2001, and lots of other times. I take no comfort in that fact. I do take comfort in knowing that
…history’s pages but record
One death-grapple in the darkness ’twixt old systems and the Word;
Truth forever on the scaffold, Wrong forever on the throne,—
Yet that scaffold sways the future, and, behind the dim unknown,
Standeth God within the shadow, keeping watch above his own.
And that is the first and most important thing that Christian faith says to us. There is a God far stronger than the forces of injustice and oppression. Paul wrote to the Galatians what can easily be said to any and all of us, including our President-elect, “Be not deceived. God is not mocked. For whatsoever ye sow, that shall ye also reap.” It might take awhile for something that goes around to come around, but rest assured: it always does. Don’t fall for the seductive notion that when things are going your way somehow it is because an external God is smiling in blessing upon you, or that conversely when things turn sour somehow an external God has withdrawn and is no longer at work. For God works through all things to bring about the eternal and timeless purpose. Sorrow might spend the night, but joy cometh in the morning. Is our memory so short that we don’t recall the struggles of our forebears, the persecution of the innocent, the pogroms and hate campaigns that have buffeted the saints from pillar to post and from age to bloody age? The kind of insanity that produces just such suffering was cousin to the profound and torturous depression that produced the oft-quoted and dimly understood passage from William Cowper,
God moves in a mysterious way
His wonders to perform
He plants his footsteps in the sea
And rides upon the storm.
Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take!
The clouds ye so much dread
Are big with mercy and shall break
With blessings on your head! 
So it is that Christian faith says clearly that God is not a tribal deity synonymous with this or that political position—or doctrinal position for that matter. Precisely one of the things that this election has exposed is the extent to which large numbers of Christians imagine God to be exactly that. What we can say with firm assurance is that God as revealed in Jesus Christ cares inexhaustibly for the weak, the poor, the outcast. We may be wrong about justice and truth, but it is never wrong to seek diligently to know and to do them. We may be ever so wrong about mercy and how to show it, but to be committed to a life marked by mercy and all its allies—kindness, goodness, gentleness, self-control, compassion—is never wrong, for those are exactly the qualities and virtues that our courteous Lord embodies and manifests. We do not have to be in doubt about the will of God when we focus on the model we have in Jesus. Learning how to live not just like him but in him is the point of all Christian practice, from prayer to political action. And being in Christ is exactly the strength and compass for just such an hour as this.
That brings me to the next thing that Christian faith says to those of us who are looking for some way to appropriate this election. What we do and how we react is greatly important. It matters. Will being hated we give way to hating? Will we add to the total anger and madness in the world? Will we succumb to the very divisiveness and contentiousness that for a long while have been waiting anxiously for an opening to ascend the throne? Let me be clear. Refusing to hate does not mean capitulating to the forces of repression and destruction. Refusing to hate is not the same as acting nice. And refusing to hate is certainly not the same as refusing to do anything. No. The alternative to hating is to organize, to keep the pressure on, to use every legitimate tool to fight injustice, to stand up audibly and visibly for the powerless and dispossessed. Those are not political strategies derived from a left-wing playbook; they are actions derived from the God of the Bible who always, always comes down on the side of the poor and defenseless.
Don’t ever forget that the Jesus who took on the scribes and Pharisees of his day, calling them out on hypocrisy and a totally manipulative reading of their very own Tradition is the same Jesus who taught us to love our enemies, to pray for those who persecute us. The most twisted and diabolical souls that we despise are the very ones to teach us that no one is below—or above—the need of prayer. I didn’t make that up, nor could I. It is not some obscure passage stuck in a small book of a minor prophet, but in the Sermon on the Mount from our Lord himself.
|Arnold Friberg, "The Prayer at Valley Forge"|
We do not walk this way alone. We walk it with an innumerable caravan of ordinary folk who despite the clamor of hate and war hear a voice saying, “Lo, I am with you always, even to the end of the age.”
© Frank Gasque Dunn, 2016
 James Russell Lowell, “The Present Crisis,” in the Harvard Classics, English Poetry III, from Tennyson to Whitman, online at http://www.bartleby.com/42/805.html, accessed 12 November 2016.
 William Cowper, “God moves in a mysterious way,” The Hymnal 1982 (New York: Church Hymnal Corporation), 677.