A couple of weeks ago I was wrapping up my hour in the Adoration chapel, thinking disgruntled thoughts about Donald Trump (as one does in the Adoration chapel). Suddenly I had this moment of grace, this flash of certainty about how much God loves Donald Trump and desires for him to turn from sin and seek the truth. These are things to which I would have assented intellectually in the past, but the feeling -- the earnest wish for him to know his redemption and to seek salvation -- was 100% new.
I am pretty certain it wasn't my own brain spinning up that train of thought, because my brain hops right on the ORANGE JUMPSUITS BABY track when left to its own thoughts about DJT.
I believe I have a responsibility to pray for the leadership of our country but I have found it hard to pray for Trump. I do it once a week, on Saturdays, usually grudgingly. In that moment, though, I realized how much he needs prayer. It must be dreadful to have marinated in lies for so long, and to have spewed out so many of them, that you can't even recognize truth reliably any more.
As always, I am grateful for moments of grace. I can still feel an echo of that flash of certainty, but only an echo. In the wake of today's news I sent a text that said ORANGE JUMPSUITS BABY, and I came home and talked over the events of the day with Elwood. It's a lot, right?
- Cohen admits that he lied to Congress
- Money Laundering Central (i.e. Deutsche Bank) gets raided
- office of Trump's former tax attorney gets raided
- all this before lunchtime
- also what is that wild story about Putin and a $50M penthouse in Moscow? real news or not?
So I'm still hoping he finds Jesus, and I believe the angels in heaven would rejoice over his conversion. But maybe...he could convert in prison. I would be A-OK with a prison conversion.
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