I sit here watching Obama’s acceptance speech. And it is an amazing thing. I voted for him today. My wife voted for him today. And I am proud of the countless hours that we spent toiling over our decision. In the end we made a decision to vote for a man who puts forth a vision of bringing healing to the broken, the poor, the weak, the neglected, not just in America but in the world, in a way that America has not known in recent decades. And tonight, I am more proud to be an American than perhaps at any time in my life. Just perhaps we have shown each other and the world that we are ready and able to come to the table of the world community with a different stance, a different agenda.
But I am also saddened. As I have sat hear watching the election coverage I have seen nothing but gracious words of honor and respect from both sides of the media, from Senator McCain himself, and from countless other commentators. And as we watch, my wife is carrying on multiple coversation threads on Facebook. Many of those discussions involve acquaintances and friendships that extend back 15-20 years. Most of them are with individuals who count themselves as committed conservative evangelical Christians, and I am saddened by their vitreol. Many of them are saying angry things some of which are specifically pointed at my wife because of her vote. Many of them are saying that Christians who voted for Obama must not have thought hard enough not realizing that we agonized for days and weeks trying to discover direction and truth. Many of them are saying that Christians who voted for Obama must not care about unborn babies not realizing that we agonized over whether or not it was responsible for us to be single issue driven. Many of them are saying that because Obama is now President Elect that evil has taken over the United States not realizing that a great racial divide which seemed insurmountable just a few years ago has now been crossed. Many of them are saying things about Obama as a man, thinking that they themselves hold all the truth, not realizing that almost everyone holds a little piece of truth that they may not have. I could go on and on, but I don’t see the point. However, it saddens me to see that people who claim the grace and mercy and forgiveness and redemption and justice and hope and tolerance and inclusion that Christ preached, often have so little of it themselves. I no longer consider myself of part of that kind of faith. I want my faith to have much more room in it than that.