When my father announced his support Donald Trump a few weeks ago, I was shocked. I couldn’t fathom why my father- a hardworking, Chinese immigrant- would support someone like Donald Trump.
His reasoning was filled with resigned amusement. He leaned back in his chair, laughed a little, and said, “it’d be interesting to have Trump as our president. We need change.”
Change. The most vicious enemy of change is resigned amusement, cynicism, or even apathy. And recently, we’ve been seeing a lot of that cool, uncaring pragmatism in people who feel like someone dreams too big, or that grabbing a bullhorn and protesting is an act of civil unrest, not civic duty. The thing is; change doesn’t have to happen with the election of a billionaire, or a new law.
Change begins with our hands.
I used to participate in a program with my local church called “Sandwiches on Sunday.” Each member was called to bring food and hold a potluck for those in need. Everything was cooked by hand, everything was spooned into those plates by hand. When we were called to pray with fellow congregants, we would lay our hands on each other’s backs, and we would pray.