So, my ask for some of you today is: even if your faith hasn't been shaken, and even if you think the US will recover and survive this, even if you somehow still abide in hope...that's not my reality today, and I'm asking you to weep with me and for me.
When he was taken to the tomb of his friend Lazarus, Jesus didn't say to Mary and Martha, "Stop crying. I'm about to resurrect your brother, and all will be restored." No, John's gospel account tells us that, seeing the tomb, "Jesus wept."
Admin of my law school has ordered all the professors not to talk about the election. My real estate prof: "I know I'm not supposed to talk about politics, but I will say this: If the rule of law, to you, is anything less than sacred, then you shouldn't be a lawyer."
Least favorite moment: a little boy, probably around 4, dressed as a Ninja Turtle and carrying a Harry Potter wand, waved the wand and said to me in his deepest voice, "We've been to the dark place." That is going to haunt my dreams for awhile.
My small town did downtown trick-or-treating this afternoon, and I ran it for my work.
Favorite moment: a girl was dressed as a flying saucer and her brother confidently said to me, "She's a GTFO!"