As the Trump presidency comes to a tumultuous close, we find ourselves in a strange and unfamiliar place—one I’m prayerful we won’t embrace and become comfortable with. When our nation’s capitol is full of troops instead of inaugural celebrants, it’ll take more than rose-colored glasses to see the rainbow at the end of this storm.
When 2020 roared in, we had such high hopes. It was the beginning of the decade, (or the end, depending on your perspective) a leap year, an election year—our plans were big, and our dreams were bigger. Then came COVID-19 and everything normal and logical got turned on its ear.
This month is one for the history books. When I think of June, it’s usually with happy, uneventful thoughts—weddings, summer, school’s out, long evenings with friends, recreational activities galore, only six more months until Christmas – heck, what is there to complain about? This month, however, has been what I’d call tumultuous for lack of a nickel word to use instead of this 50-cent one.