The doors of Bruton Parish church, an Episcopal congregation in my adopted hometown of Williamsburg, VA, have been open for the better part of 300 years…and if those walls could talk, I’m pretty sure there would be a deafening clatter from the bones spinning in adjacent graveyard over the current political climate in the US.
Williamsburg is no stranger to the bed bugs of politics. It has weathered the Revolutionary War (check out the earth works at Yorktown), the Civil War (William & Mary closed so the faculty could fight for the Confederacy), and everything before, during, and after the named conflicts. But we are still here, working together, and it’s a great place to live.
So, in this election season, I am taking my own advice and conducting my life as I always have, and I’m not giving into the fear and rhetoric being bandied about under the guise of truth. The only truth I know is that love is all that matters, and I will continue honoring that ideal to the best of my ability.
Are there bad people in the world? Yes. People without a brain in their head? Yes. I can’t do anything about them except protect myself and my loved ones from their danger, but… and here’s the big but… if I give in to fear and hatred–especially to the fiery jabs bursting forth from the media, I lose everything I believe in, including my soul. So, in this anything-but-graceful election, I am going to vote with my heart, respect your opinion even if it differs from mine, and add whiskey to the tea. That’s all I can do.