Confessions of a Hurting Christian
I struggled to attend Church today. I confess, as a Christian Black Immigrant Woman, it is hard to love White Republican Christians as myself right now. Note, I do not refer to White Republican Christians as Evangelical Christians. I feel doing so deeply undermines our Christian calling to evangelize and ineptly describes their apparent identity. White Republican Christians are people who by their actions primarily identify by their race and politics, not their Christian faith. Evangelical Christians span all races and primarily identify by their desire to obey the Great Commission. Nonetheless, the election results are in and, I’m not surprised that eight out of the 10 members of Churches like mine are counted among the 70 million Americans that voted for President Trump.
Four years ago, I remember congregants clapping at the mention of the election that culminated into Donald J. Trump being America’s 45th President. I remember hearing enthusiastic Amens follow the prayer for the new leadership’s transition. I remember wondering if the applause and Amens were for the departure of Obama, the arrival of Trump, or both. And, I remember the familiar feeling of my racial fears and unnoticed Black immigrant presence drown in the sea of the White Republican celebration surrounding me. Four years later, I feel nothing has changed for these brothers and sisters in Christ and everything has…
