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When we tell the poor, the vulnerable, and the marginalized to not worry during this election cycle it feels cold to me. It feels akin to telling a person who has been hit by a car (I was in a hit and run) to not feel pain.
When God tells us to not worry...He gets down in the dust with us. He sees things *with* us. Have you tried leaning all the way in to hear the cries of the oppressed? They *are* anxious
“For the oppression of the poor, for the sighing of the needy, Now I will arise, says The Lord; I will set him in the safety for which he yearns.” Psalm 12:2 from my reading this morning
This election cycle will come and go, but this way of being, this way of interacting is very much not sitting well with me. Before we tell large groups of people to not feel fear, have we even leaned into that fear to even be able to rightly communicate on a human level?
Some people, many people have lost loved ones during this pandemic...they don’t trust this president and so this isn’t a video game to them...they feel fear mingled with grief and rage. I hold space for these precious ones.
Lastly, many Americans are struggling financially and feel fear due to the hatred that has been stirred up racially in this country by much or the President’s rhetoric. This can’t be compartmentalized or sung away. Not having money and not being white is a cold fact 
This isn’t a subtweet and neither am I judging anyone’s heart. Exhortations can be beautiful. Just merely pointing to a tendency I see and maybe a better way. Instead of saying there’s nothing to fear...name the fears and hold hands. Name the beauty of God there too
