I have never been a particularly fearful person, you know, the kind of individual who worries a lot about things that are unlikely to come to fruition. I confess to a bit of uneasiness during take-offs and landings when I fly, and that's about it.
But in the past eight-and-a-half months, I've had times of downright terror when I look at what is going on in my country. Terror isn't the only feeling; there is anger; there is sadness, there is despair. And there is helplessness.
I remember how hopelessly said I was on November 9; I blogged about my feelings then. I said that the election may have changed a lot of things, but it hadn't changed who I am.
Over these months, though, I've lost sight of that resolve. I've given in to fear and the other associated feelings. This morning, however, I received a none-too-subtle reminder that I'm not completely helpless in the face of our country's situation. I received a clear outline of what I am to do.
If you attend a church that follows the Revised Common Lectionary, you may have heard what I heard. But if you didn't, let me share it with you now. It comes from the 12th Chapter of Romans: