As I write this it is 8:34am on Election Day, Tuesday, November 5, 2024. I needed to write something today that would help me tomorrow morning, and maybe help you too. At this point I’ve done all I can in support of the candidates I hope to elect, and of the issues I care deeply about. I’ve voted. I’ve encouraged others— friends, family, neighbors, and strangers—to vote. I’ve donated money and shared words and resources that have helped me along the way. I’ve prayed fiercely, not because I believe that God is in control of the outcome of this election, but because I believe that we are.
And now, we wait.
Waiting is active, not passive. It is a choice to stay in the here and now. To be present to what is true, even as what is true in this moment may be different from what is true just moments from now, until eventually the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth prevails.
Waiting is hard work. It’s not doing nothing. It’s doing everything to stay right here rather than jumping to what might be out there.
Waiting is trusting that the outcome will make itself known, and when it does that we will have our part to play.
Waiting is threshold work. It is the space between what has been and what will be, and is an integral part of bringing anything new into being. Such waiting is found in the rhythm of childbirth, the changing of the seasons, the cycles of the harvest, and the stillness before the sun rises to usher in a new day.
And, it is found in the continued creation of America, this fierce and fragile and fraught country that we love.
May we wait together in hope, in grace, in peace, and in love.
And when the waiting is over, may we the people turn toward one another and get to work.
