Here’s what I want for a Donald Trump Presidency.
In a word, conversion.
The story goes that Thomas Becket did not want Henry II to name him Archbishop of Canterbury. Becket had a great life (he reportedly used gold, uh, silverware while the king had to use, uh, silver). Becket was the king’s Chancellor and had no inclination to mess up his gig.
However, once invested with the episcopal robes, Becket changed. He sold his goldware (?) and lived simply, often quarrelling with his former boss.
Eventually, Henry’s loose-lipped “Can no-one rid me of this damnable monk” or whatever put a very final end to their friendship.
And this is what I want for Trump. I want Trump to metaphorically wet himself as he takes the oath of office, realizing the awful and terrible impact of what he’s gotten himself into. I want him to wipe the damn smirk off his face and become a changed man.
I do not like Trump , even though I’m sympathetic to many who found themselves voting for him (which I’ve written about). But the Creator has done far more with far less.
2016 was the year of Mercy (as proclaimed by the Holy Father). Here’s to hoping that 2017 can be a year of humility (and repentance, where necessary).