I've explored failure this week, the ways our recognition of it and honesty with it can instruct, refine, and guide. It's a lesson I've learned from experience, from years of floundering in a failing faith and drinking away the pain. This season of alcohol dependency was an acute season of failure, and the smell of that failure--the juniper of the gin, the oak in the whiskey--lingers. It reminds me that my doubts were only resolved by walking through the failure and into the healing of true inner sobriety. Our personal failures provide a unique opportunity, I suppose. Don't our collective failures provide the same sort of opportunity?
Months ago, our country found itself drunk on self-importance and self-interest, on single-issue politics, on reactionary rage. So many put aside their civil scruples (81% of evangelical Christians, in fact), closed their moral compasses and voted for a new sort of mix-it-up, social media, reality television, kingpin president. Drunk on his promises, they excused his past failures--misogynism, xenophobia, jingoism, a history of racism--failures from which he never learned. And so, as President of the United States (an office deserving of dignity), Donald Trump continues to repeat the brash mistakes of his past. Yesterday, he engaged in the petty slander he's come to be known for, attacking the appearance of yet another female cable news anchor.
There can be no denying it--President Trump is drunk on vengeance and rage. [tweetherder]Vengeance and rage are coming from his Twitter stream, from his ears, from his eyes, from his wherever.[/tweetherder] These demons have blinded him to his failures, have kept him from the emotional and moral maturity expected of a president. You can mark my word; this will be his undoing.
Our collective failure as people of faith, our inability to see past our own self-interest for the good of our country has led to the sorts of indignities we see coming from the White House. And though we cannot make the President of the United States sober up, though we cannot make him learn from his own mistakes, we can tend to our own sobriety. We can confess the drunkenness that resulted in him becoming the Chief Executive.
Failures are an opportunity to recollect, to refine, to course correct. If this is true--and I think it is--our country has not seen a more opportune time to recollect, refine, and course-correct in my lifetime. Our failure is our drunkenness. It's time to sober up.
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