I was recently listening to the radio (yep, I’m that old) and heard about the violence outbreak at the canceled Trump rally in Chicago. I also then saw news headlines and commentators saying Donald Trump was responsible for the violence.
This got me thinking. A dangerous thing to do in the midst of our current political climate. But still, it got me thinking. And in my thinking I began to wonder to what degree is Trump responsible, or not responsible, for the violence associated with his campaign and at the rallies.
As a teacher I remember some students who had stolen money from a kid who was selling candy bars. “It wasn’t my fault!” they said. “He left the money out where I could see it.” Huh?
As a leader, I am responsible for my actions. And my words are a part of my actions. I am able to use my words to build people up. Encourage others and challenge them to live out the Gospel. Love, the kind of love Jesus calls us to, compels me to use my words and my actions in a way that creates helpful urgency and still lowers anxiety.
In an election year, all the candidates have a choice to make about how they will use their words. And Donald Trump has been a master, all along, of using language to his advantage. He is a master at communication. His sentences are simple. They provoke strong emotions. He speaks from an assumption of agreement. And he almost always stays on message.
However, and you knew this was coming, right? However, one of the roles of differentiated leader is the ability to remain less anxious in the midst of anxiety. And as a less anxious leader, the system you are part of becomes less anxious through your less anxious presence.
Through his masterful use of language, Trump has created a compelling case for urgency. He has also, through his masterful use of language, added to the anxiety that is already present in our culture today.
In fact, I believe Trump has been irresponsible with his language.
But that doesn’t answer the question. Even as just a candidate at this point, Donal Trump has a responsibility to use language well – in a way that builds, challenges, exhorts and encourages. But does irresponsibly adding to anxiety make him culpable for the violence?
Unless there is a gun to my head, nobody makes me do anything. Not even the devil. I choose to speed when I go over the speed limit. I choose to gossip when I share juicy news. I choose to be selfish when I am not generous. Nobody makes me.
In other words, nobody makes me act violently. Or, do they…?
When a system (think family, congregation, city or nation) is already highly anxious, and a leader intentionally sabotages that system by intentionally increasing emotional anxiety, that leader is culpable. There has to be a level of responsibility assigned.
And yet, nobody makes anybody act violently. Each violent act perpetrated by an individual capable of personal agency, is personally responsible for his/her own actions. When those actions are not rooted in Love – love for God and love for others – in a way in which we will and act for the good of others – those actions are then self seeking and are initiated in order to assert our will over others.
Violence.
So, is Trump responsible for the violence? Yes. And no. Donald Trump is responsible for how he has led in this election year, for the way he has conducted himself and for how he has added to the anxiety in our already highly anxious country.
But. So are we. We each make choices. We each live our lives. And today we live in an election year where we are making deep lines in the sand. We are defining ourselves as either for Trump or against Trump. And when we do so, we also add to the anxiety.
I wonder… What if we choose to define ourselves differently? What if, like the angel who appeared to Joshua, we were neither for nor against Trump. What if we defined ourselves by something bigger, more important than politics or personalities.
What if we chose to define ourselves by love. What if we defined ourselves by the Gospel this election year. What if we defined ourselves as being for the “other” in our midst.
In the Fall we will cast our votes and we will elect a new president. But more than voting, we have an opportunity to rise above the fray of campaigns and live lives of love. We don’t need to let the anxiety of the candidates determine our behavior.
We can love.
The above is a picture of my city. Kalamazoo. The place we have been called to and have chosen to live. As a friend of mine would say, it is beautifully flawed.
Many years ago. Many. Six of us took a guys trip to the national forest in Colorado camping. It was a father-son trip. Two dads a little older than me each brought their sons and I brought my dad. We drove to Colorado in an old van that didn’t have all its seats.
She was embarrassed, the hostess, that after 10 minutes of waiting past our reservation time she had to seat us here. Red bench and the 3rd chair from the left. Each little table was occupied and there was about six inches between them. “I am really sorry!” she said again as she spread rose petals on the table between us.
The Intersection 