About the Author: Matt Carriker
In our post-election reality, there is one part of contemplative practices that I resist the most. I tend to stay in liberal bubbles, lamenting the lack of connection and sensitivity demonstrated by one political party. I default to mourning the dignity that was stripped from many during the Trump/Pence campaign- from minorities of color, to persons of different national origins, religions, sexual orientations, gender identities and expressions. It is part of my faith to stand in these convictions. Recalling that Jesus put his life on the line for the marginalized and oppressed, my faith is made real in the world today by the same means.
Fifty. Today, a number of tragedy symbol of guns drawn, shots fired, sheer horror. I prayed that it was not religious extremism. But it was. Again. Once more, lives lost senselessly invoking the name of God. And so I grieve. I let myself feel the grief and the tears.