This past week I listened to and read about people's reaction to the presidential election.
I am trying to grasp (the results), fix (people who don't think like I do), and learn (how to love everyone).
It is hard.
I have had some mean thoughts, and I have done some soul searching. It's been a bit of a roller coaster inside my head.
I sat in disbelief with the people who felt as strongly about their candidate as I did mine. I have laid blame on people who didn't stand strong in what they believe. I have also struggled with what my reaction as a Catholic is supposed to be.
Should I be more outspoken? I have asked myself this question a lot this week. I have a hard time putting my feelings into words so getting into a dispute over something I feel strongly about will probably just leave me with a pounding heart, teary eyes, and sounding like a bumbling fool.
I thought of my Mom a lot this week in regard to that question above. She was, and continues to be, the biggest influence on my life. How did she do it? She taught me by her actions, not by her words. She wasn't in your face about what she thought on this and that. She was just a strong presence of what is right with the world.
I often make a generality of those with opposite views than mine. In reality though, I am friends with them, I am acquaintances with them; heck, I am even in the same family as some of them. It doesn't effect my day to day interactions with them, nor my love for them. That doesn't change and it never will.
This doesn't mean to say I won't give up totally on my values and hopefully I won't fall into the slow fade of immorality that I believe is happening in society. But actions really do speak louder than words and hearts can be changed by a simple smile, a touch, or a prayer.
Not to sound too cliche', but "Let there be peace on earth, and let it begin with me."