All The Last Shall Be First

There will be a new president-elect tomorrow on November 8th 2016.

The level of hatred, division, personal, professional and political attacks we have leveled at one another has been almost unprecedented in American history. It’s trickled over into Canadian politics, especially here in Alberta where one woman — the premier — is the target of anger (justified and unjustified), rage and hatred unseen in my lifetime.

How now shall we live?

After the long, weary, mud-slinging election season that has dragged not only American, but the entire world, through an agonizing exposure of our deepest and most persistent injustices, how will we choose to live alongside one another after the one name is announced?

It matters not which name is announced.

The call to communion and community remains the same.

Yet the severity of wounds we have ripped into one another are deep and septic. How can we sit side by side at the table, share a meal, and genuinely love our neighbor after doing what we have done? After revealing what we have revealed?

I have no answers other than “all the last shall be first”.

We can choose to rise above from where we have fallen. It will be a daily and a nightly choice. But our call comes from Higher Places than the Oval Office. Take heart and take courage:

all the last shall be first.

Come, tell me your trouble
I’m not your answer
But I’m a listening ear
Reality has left you reeling
All facts and no feeling
No faith and all fear
I don’t know why a good man will fall
While a wicked one stands
And our lives blow about
Like flags on the land
Who’s at fault is not important
Good intentions lie dormant
And we’re all to blame
While apathy acts like an ally
My enemy and I are one and the same
I don’t know why the innocents fall
While the monsters still stand
And our lives blow about
Like flags on the land
I don’t know why our words are so proud
Yet their promise so thin
And our lives blow about
Like flags in the wind
Oh oh oh oh
You who mourn will be comforted
You who hunger will hunger no more
All the last shall be first
Of this I am sure
You who weep now will laugh again
All you lonely, be lonely no more
Yes, the last will be first
Of this I’m sure
I don’t know why the innocents fall
While the monsters stand
I don’t know why the little ones thirst
But I know the last shall be first
I know the last shall be first
I know the last shall be first

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