In my darkest moments this election cycle, one of my dearest spiritual directors found himself on the other end of my email. My child-like, yet completely rational and founded fears about this election brought about a response from him that shook me to my core; he asked, what part of my salvation is dependent on being an American? Truth is, none of it. God has moved from time immemorial and is not unhinged by the disillusionment of the political tides…a lesson I would be quick and prudent to remember.
There was another reminder in his gentle reply to my anger, fear, and frustration at my feeling compass-less. While God is not an elector, nor is he on the ballot, the Mystery is still present in the voting booth for those who ask. The Holy Spirit, the same triune God that we bid to come, is a guide for all children, even those in electoral distress. The reminder that scrutiny might very well be the place for me in the story.