After constant reflection and examination of our current state, the last three weeks post Clinton vs. Trump - an election that will have college coarse’s and legal precedents named after it - a specific theme has stuck with me that I’ve been trying to unravel and develop. And it is this: Self proclaimed followers of Christianity and the Bible that voted for Donald Trump have no faith.

Yes. It is a very bold and specific statement. Yes. It is the kind of statement that can drive friends and family apart. But my hope is that it is a statement that causes inner exploration that leads to constructive dialogue that then leads to change.

This is not a pro-Hillary statement. But this is exactly where I will begin.

American Christians that voted for Donald Trump jumped ship. They scattered like the apostles during Christ’s crucifixion. They took all of their moral principles upon which...

The precipice to all my anxiety is death. Not necessarily my own mortality, though no part of me wants to die, but the idea of death - the harshness that is the vanishing of life. The fact that others, who are nameless to me, will die all around me. And in that moment of pain and grief I keep living. Whether human or squirrel - the inevitability that all life turns to dirt causes me much sadness and pain.

I believe that at an even more elemental level it’s the suffering associated with death. The cancer that eats you from the inside out. The gun shot that rips a hole through a body that moments before was quite complete and functional. The fatal car crash that rips and tears limbs apart. The fire that melts the flesh and asphyxiates from the billowing smoke. The water that fills the lungs and the helplessness that resides in the eyes. The suffering associated with death.

The...