Like everyone else, I'm trying to negotiate the aftermath of a divisive election that has fractured my corner of the world. Almost every part of life has felt the effects: churches, schools, families, friendships—few things remain unscathed. Sure, the fault lines were always there, but they were buried deep. So, we ignored them, only to have them blow up in our faces. People on both sides of the political landscape thought election day might bring an end, allowing healing and restoration to begin. No such luck.
Political Iconoclasm
Political Iconoclasm
Political Iconoclasm
Like everyone else, I'm trying to negotiate the aftermath of a divisive election that has fractured my corner of the world. Almost every part of life has felt the effects: churches, schools, families, friendships—few things remain unscathed. Sure, the fault lines were always there, but they were buried deep. So, we ignored them, only to have them blow up in our faces. People on both sides of the political landscape thought election day might bring an end, allowing healing and restoration to begin. No such luck.