When He saw the crowds,
He felt compassion for them,
because they were weary and worn out,
like sheep without a shepherd.
I’ve struggled to understand the Donald Trump phenomenon. Why is he so successful?
I watched the piece that demonstrated how he speaks on a 4th grade level, using more one-syllable words than other candidates. That explained some. People understand his message.
His immigration plan: a big wall. So easy to picture.
His economic plan: jobs. America is going to be great again. America is going to win. It’s that simple.
If only it were.
For so long, the middle class — my people — have felt unheard. We work, often more than one job, long hours, low pay, and for what? So that somebody else can get free healthcare or a free cell phone or free food. The programs put in place by the government show compassion for the needy, but are carried by moms and dads working multiple jobs and having less and less to show for it all. Nobody in power seemed to listen to their cries.
Until Donald Trump came along, full of the braggadocio of a casino, promising wealth and prosperity.
Just slip some tokens into this slot machine. Lights and bells will go off, and you will be rich.
Just vote for Donald Trump and America will be great again.
For too long we have been sheep without a shepherd.
For too long we have been buying lottery tickets in the hopes of being a winner or sending money to the Joel Osteens of the world who promise prosperity to those who give generously.
We have been made ripe so that we fall from the branch with just a touch, just a promise from a shyster.
Like Israel in Jesus’ time, we look for a political messiah.
But there is none.
We huddle in fear like sheep.
But God sees us and has compassion on us.
He doesn’t promise a resurrection of the United States of America.
He IS the resurrection.
Donald Trump is not our savior any more than any other political candidate.
This world is not our home. We’re just a-passing through.
Let’s not forget.