I was a little nervous, since I’d heard from a friend in law enforcement that anarchists were planning on hijacking the even. That made me even more determined to pray for peace and protection over the event–especially since my three daughters and their friends were marching. They’d spent days making their signs and praying for the Kingdom of heaven to come be established in these chaotic times. I can’t really speak for them, but I don’t think they were protesting the president or even his policies. They were speaking out prophetically, marching hopefully toward a day where the climate of love prevails so strongly that racism, prejudice, inequality and other forms of injustice cannot flourish.
They were dazzling particles of salt and light, speaking up for those who cannot speak up for themselves and hoping for a kinder, gentler world to raise their sons and daughters. I couldn’t be prouder.
If you found yourself frustrated or angered by the march, maybe even a tad judgement all of those who participated, I wish you had been there. Praying, hugging, asking questions, growing in understanding. Building bridges and speaking peace. You don’t have to be in agreement to love.
The protest was 100% peaceful, even though it was the largest and most diverse March to even take place in Portland. That is a good sign, friends. I saw many photos of cops and marchers hugging each other. Maybe we can walk into the future, working out our differences with respect and love.