“Cheap grace is the grace we bestow on ourselves.” — Dietrich Bonhoeffer
Donald Trump is not my spiritual adviser, but I find myself on an enlightening journey with the man.
From the beginning, Trump hasn’t exactly acted like a statesman. In fact, he makes Ferris Bueller look like John Foster Dulles. But then, he beat my guy fair and square. So unlike the Republican establishment, I got behind him.
My doubts grew as I learned more. The disclosure of his shabby words about women was the last of a whole bale of ugly straws, and it finally broke me.
Initially, it felt good to break with Trump. He’s just not a gentleman, I sniffed. I’m better than him, I boasted to myself.
Moral sanctimony is a buzz, and it’s addictive. I was not just high on my horse; I was just plain high.
But I thought more about it. I talked with friends I’ve made in other journeys, with professional women and with religious people. I even prayed a little, which for me is praying a lot. Continue reading