It has happened. We will have a president Trump. America decided to follow their itchy ears. The DNC gave us a fatally flawed candidate and because of the hate and fear that the election was swayed in Trump’s favor.

I am upset. I was in shock. It wasn’t until church today that I broke down crying while we were singing “In Christ Alone”.

Reagan in 1984 had the campaign slogan “It’s Morning in America.” But this morning I am in mourning. I am Mourning that hate has won the day. I am Mourning that hate crimes are up. I am Mourning that while I am wearing the Klan is rejoicing.

But most of all, I am in mourning because of the state of the Church. You have Franklin Graham saying that there was a “God factor”. No, Mr. Graham God had nothing to do with this election. You had your partisans revival tour trying to have it both ways. It was partisan. Franklin Graham and his ilk decided to make a deal with the devil. But I am worried that in their hypocritical pursuit to “save and protect Christianity in America” they destroyed it.

I still can’t help but think about this in apocalyptic terms. Everything that could go wrong that lead to his election is not mere coincidence? Could it be?

This sounds awful but part of me hopes that this is the kickoff to the end times. I am sick of the lying. I am sick of the hypocrisy. I am sick of the violence done in the name of the one and only true God.

I am sick. I am frightened. I am trying to convince myself that God is in control. But it is so difficult. I feel like Jeremiah when he said in Jeremiah  20 Cursed be the man who brought my father the news, who made him very glad, saying, “A child is born to you—a son!”

I am weeping. I am in mourning . But I read Psalm 30 and I find comfort in it. We may be weeping now. But Jesus will return and every tear will be wiped away. God has promised us when there’s is weeping in the night, joy come in the morning

I do have to give credit for the image I am using. I took it from a Family Research Counsel website. I find it a little ironic using a picture from a group that is the cause of much of my weeping.