Last Tuesday's election was a mixed bag. I feel a great deal of hope with the new president elect, and I feel heartsick with the vote that removed the right to marry from loving, committeed gay and lesbian couples. I have been meditating, breathing, and waiting for some meaning to come from the passing of Prop 8.
Reading online and in the paper about the protests against the LDS (Mormon) Church, the blaming people of color for their vote, and the anger and hate brewing among those questing for marriage equality has not helped. I do not blame anyone for not doing enough or for voting their conscience. I committeed myself to this campaign and voted my conscience on the issue. I am frustrated with the outright lies and misinformation about marriage equality that fed off of the personal feelings of voters.
I've also read all the emails from my clerrgy colleagues and leaders of the campaign. As we mourn together, we have begun to look to the future and to the non-violent and compassionate fight before us to reclaim these lost rights. We will not alienate anyone, we will not be violent, we will take our anger, anxiety and frustration share it with one another and offer those against gay marriage
I woke up this morning hopeful once again. I don't know why, no prophetic dreams or message from the mountain top has come to me. But I feel more balance and almost ready to begin to struggle for the rights of my gay, lesbian, bisexual and transgender brothers and sisters.
I suppose I just feel there is more to come.
There is more to come...