The only way to avoid hearing any sort of political dialogue is to shut everything down; cell phone, tablet, computer, television, radio (do people still listen to radio?). It's everywhere. The recent political events in the U.S. dominate everywhere. Even in little old Canada, especially among some of my fellow evangelical Christians, it's a topic. Even the opening of our sermon on Sunday morning mentioned the inauguration.
"Calgon, take me away!"
Some of the demeanor of people online is positively disheartening. I understand the commitment to convictions, but the aggressive, condescending, belittling stance of some Christians makes me think: "and you wonder why young adults are walking away from church?"
Where is there a quiet corner where one can rest? The only place is within the walls of my house, with no sound. And I am actually very thankful that I have the freedom to have that alone time. Going to school also provides a place of respite. I have connected with fellow classmates, and we enjoy talking shop over soup at our Thursday Toonie Lunch after chapel. We don't talk much about American politics. The only real mention of it this past week came from my prof as he opened chapel and reminded us that we need not fear the future. God is with us. That's the best kind of encouragement. Would that more men in the ministry would open with that approach rather than using their partisan views to bash the heads of others.
Maybe my ecclesiology is wonky, but I've always thought that the Body of Christ was supposed to be a place where we could be with others and take time away from the world for a while. I am thankful that while there are differences in views in my local church, it doesn't resemble the law of the jungle mentality that social media has taken on lately. And I am thankful that my home is still a quiet corner where I can be reminded that, as my prof encouraged us, God is with us.
Where can I go from your Spirit?
Or where can I flee from your presence?
If I ascend to haven, You are there;
If I make my bed in Sheol, behold, you are there.
If I take the wings of the dawn,
If I dwell in the remotest part of the sea,
Even there Your hand will lead me,
And your right hand will lay hold of me. (Ps. 139:7-10)