I end each of my days with a silent prayer for my country. It has been a ritual for some time, but as of late I feel an anxiety gripping my heart and a sadness permeating my soul that seems unlike anything I have felt before.
I hope against hope as I slip off to sleep that our rapid descent into governmental chaos has hit a nadir – only to awaken to a new set of incoherent tweets or explosive headlines from top-notch reporters. And with that, we are falling once again. As I fall, we fall, even further, I pray again that our Constitutional government, the great gift of our Founding Fathers, will provide a safety net to catch us before everything we hold dear is no more. I believe that is the case, but the slowly rising level of uncertainty is not to be ignored.
I see recklessness where we need leadership… and I am deeply saddened.
I see politicians putting power and politics over principle… and I am incredulous.
I see lies treated as truths… and I am disgusted.
I see justice denied and likely obstructed…. and I am fearful.
I see norms flaunted… and I am angry.
I see global challenges going unaddressed… and I am worried.
I see the press under attack… and I am furious.
I see this, and more, so much more… and I am exhausted.
I find myself returning in my mind to dark days from the past, trying to remember how we as a nation felt, when Pearl Harbor was attacked, when Kennedy was shot, when Watergate took down a President, when terrorists rained terror from the skies. We somehow overcame. And I do believe that we shall overcome, someday. Perhaps, hopefully, someday soon.
But in the end, prayer will not be enough. Action, sustained action, will be required.