We Are Marching in the Light

The people who walked in darkness have seen a great light… (Isaiah 9: 2)

For months, many of us have walked in darkness. We have struggled through the seven stages of grief: shock, denial, bargaining, guilt, anger, depression, and finally, this weekend we collectively manifest our hope.

Saturday January 21, 2017 the world responded to the election of Donald Trump as president of the United States. Millions of people around the world showed up to march. We not only marched against the rhetoric of fear, and the political agenda of domination embodied in the man who took the oath of office Friday. We marched for love, for freedom, for one another.

I was half-way around the world from my home in Baltimore, but I found a local march to join. As my wife and I waded into the sea of pink hats and poster board my heart was lifted in a way it has not been since Nov 8. I could breathe again.

I have struggled these last months to find words of my own to convey my feelings of rage, of hope, of frustration, of resistance. I tend to feel things very deeply in my body and my soul and I have just been so overwhelmed. It has felt lonely and isolating and exacerbated moments of despair.

I soaked in the words of love and encouragement on t-shirts and signs all around me. I felt the ocean of humanity pick me up and say, “We are going to carry ourselves forward!”

People have asked where all these people were on election day. I would like to remind them that three million more people voted to put the first woman in the white house than voted for the person our system enthroned. We’ve been here. We’re not going anywhere, but forward.

A light shined in the darkness Saturday — a light I desperately needed. I imagine many of us needed it. The Women’s March on Washington that took place from every corner of the world tells a much different story than the one this administration wants us to believe.

We have the power to change the narrative. We have the power to tell a different story. We are telling a different story. Keep marching.