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Four years ago this week my wife lay dying. She had been sick for a long time \u2013 all her life, really \u2013 but in recent years the diabetes and heart attacks and strokes and cancers and heart and kidney transplants and amputations and much else, had taken their toll. She suffered a hemorrhage, lost most of her blood before transfusion, and was in a coma for a week. Our children flew in from far and wide \u2013 half an hour away; from across the continent; from Ireland.<\/p>\n
It was on Monday, January 21. In the hallways of the hospital, and from other rooms, we could hear the TVs turned to news: Inauguration Day. It was pushed back from January 20, as the Constitution respects Sundays. We stood around Nancy\u2019s bed, with monitors blinking, and we faintly could hear the pomp and circumstance, the music and announcers, from the Capitol steps, echoing in shiny hospital hallways.<\/p>\n
At the moment, the very moment, that Obama took the oath of office, Nancy died. The monitor flat-lined. The first of us to break the silence was my son Ted: \u201cMom always said that if Obama actually became president a second time, she\u2019d just die.\u201d <\/p>\n
Families have different ways of coping. Seeped in humor and politics for years, we evidently found ours. Lest we be thought cold, my daughter Emily will tell people that we had grieved for Nancy in many ways for many previous years.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy thoughts are not your thoughts, nor are your ways My ways,\u201d says the Lord
\n(Isaiah 55:8-9). Thank God.<\/p>\n
This anniversary of sorts has me thinking of the upcoming inauguration, also. Meditating upon God\u2019s ways, I thought about that famous unpredictable, larger-than-life character; intemperate and over the top in uncountable ways; notable for prowess and strong actions, but also for womanizing and crazy hair. Well known to history. An unlikely person to be chosen by God to lead and perhaps redeem His people.<\/p>\n
Donald Trump?<\/p>\n
No, actually I was thinking of Samson.<\/p>\n
We can find parallels, antecedents, and foreshadows wherever we look, if we look hard enough; affinities as well as exceptions to rules that tempt us to draw lessons. So I will only go so far. I mean, Samson was flawed, yet ultimately obeyed the commands of righteousness. He tore down the temple; yet to reform the system he deigned to destroy its artifice.<\/p>\n
With Trump a new era begins \u2013 and I think this is, for once, not a quadrennial clich\u00e9. At the beginning of the campaign I opposed him, wrote against him, saying that I would not want to vote for someone whom I would not want as a neighbor. I still am not reconciled to his coarseness\u2026 but I have learned to discern between scatology and straight talk. The vocabulary of hard truths and agenda of bold solutions.<\/p>\n
As the campaign progressed, he defined his message and platform, even to enumerating specific grievances and remedies, while his opponents in the primaries and general election actually grew less explicit about their own views. Week by week, citizens in living rooms and kitchens, churches and taverns, offices and factories, started to think that things they had complained about last week \u2013 and even since the \u201860s \u2013 were finally being articulated. And by someone who they seemed to trust would not forget them, as politicians always do.<\/p>\n
The silent revolt of the Silent Majority is thus explained. No mystery. People with grievances; evangelicals; disillusioned working people; long-suffering victims of stagnation and rising crime rates and economic insecurity and public corruption\u2026 did not stay home this year. No mystery. People who had become too cynical to vote for president, for years, trekked to the voting booths. I know. I was one of them.<\/p>\n
But, now what? Who knows? A man as unpredictable as Donald Trump might wind up disappointing his legions. But I don\u2019t think so. More likely, he will disappoint nervous Republican politicians who are hoping he will revert to form in Washington DC \u2013 to be the same old, do the same old.<\/p>\n
But the entrenched interests \u2013 those within his own party; and those who thirst for his blood, even before the inauguration, from the Disloyal Opposition \u2013 sense their possible doom, and they will fight like wounded rats. Return to this essay in a year, in four years, in a decade, if the nation and the world last that long. Let\u2019s see: I say that myriad things will never be the same. We are at a turning point.<\/p>\n
Civility; good will; public discourse; genuine bipartisanship; legislative compromise; political traditions\u2026 all are now virtually extinct. Those geniis will never return to those bottles. And if your first mental response to this was, \u201cYes, but remember what so-and-so did\u2026\u201d inserting the name of your favorite enemy, you have proven my point.<\/p>\n
Samson tore down the temple, a necessary act of obedience. Daniel calmed vicious lions. Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego endured the fiery furnace. David was a horrid and lustful sinner who yet was anointed of God for great works. Review the heroes of faith and history, and pray that President Trump may be found not wanting.<\/p>\n
Get ready for a ride. Whether Donald Trump is a committed Christian I know not. But he can receive, as any of us can, and act upon, God\u2019s call. Buckle up your prayer sandals: the new president will need our prayers, as does the nation, as do we all, every one of us. <\/p>\n
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