An Open Letter:

An Open Letter: 

I feel compelled to offer a prayer to all other humans, conscious and incarnate today.  

I cannot believe Donald Trump is a candidate for President of the United States. For years, the Republican Party has catered to the extreme right – the sexist, racist, homophobic, transphobic and xenophobic underbelly of America in order to win votes and secure a coalition of what I’ve heard called “the selfish and the self righteous.”  This is the cost of catering to those beliefs.  Donald Trump is the price and I hope not all of us have to pay it.   It’s ok to be fiscally conservative, and believe the government should play a limited role in your life.  We should debate the scope of the Federal government; how we manage our insurance benefits; our tax rates and state autonomy.   We can even argue how we deliver socio-economic justice – private vs public – but never that we should!  We should NOT debate issues of equal protection under the law and basic standards of decency.   We should not even consider, as a species, electing a man who was caught saying he grabs women by their $&$$&- (I can’t even type it.). We’ve lost our way, and we are in need of leaders who show us what is acceptable, not a leader who demeans, who in unkind, and who angrily points his finger, acting the victim in narcissistic rage.   

Today, I close my eyes in silent reverie, offering my trust and faith to the good people of America to make the right choice, no matter how frustrated they may be with the system.  We must not give up on it.  We must not stop believing it can work.   We can’t elect Trump as a simple, horrible solution to complex problems.  America is already great. 

We can evolve, we can rule ourselves, and when given the opportunity, everyone can rise.  We are equal citizens of this Universe, and though the system is not perfect, it can be and it is our responsibility to make it.  For our future as a species, I pray today we choose love.  I’m with Her.

Lord, make me an instrument of thy peace.
Where there is hatred, let me sow love;
Where there is injury, pardon;
Where there is doubt, faith;
Where there is despair, hope;
Where there is darkness, light;
Where there is sadness, joy.

O Divine Master, grant that I may not so much seek
To be consoled as to console,
To be understood as to understand,
To be loved as to love;
For it is in giving that we receive;
It is in pardoning that we are pardoned;
It is in dying to self that we are born to eternal life.

Jen Jensen