What I am about to write and what you are about to read may make some people very uncomfortable, if not angry.
That is not my intention nor is it okay with me to cause anyone to 
stumble. That being said, what I experienced tonight was so dramatic 
that I cannot help but reflect on it and share what I experienced.
A few days ago, people across the United States heard the news that our
 newly elected President would be visiting Melbourne, Florida – our 
hometown. It is no surprise to many that I do not support many of the 
objectives and "campaignisms" of Donald Trump. I know many people who 
voted for him - friends, family, church people who all voted for their 
own reasons. The point of this experience is not to relay all of the 
reasons why I think he should not be the president. Those points are 
moot – he IS our President.
Now, I am enough of a sentimentalist 
that when I found out THEEEE President was coming to town, I got online 
quickly and reserved two tickets.
The tickets were being given 
away by the Trump-Pence campaign; I found it odd that the tickets 
indicated that this was not a government/White House event & that 
this was a campaign event. I have, of course, posted a joking post about
 that earlier. What I discovered was that by hosting this as a campaign 
event, Mr. Trump could determine who was and was not allowed in the 
venue. If he came on an official visit, they could not prohibit anyone 
from entering and he couldn't sell his campaign merchandise.
So, in essence, he was only allowing his supporters in the room. Well, with a few exceptions…
I talked my 11-year-old daughter into coming with me. After all, how 
many times do you get to see the President of the United States in 
person – let alone in your hometown? I was eager for her to have this 
experience. It has to be a pretty cool thing, as a kid to see Air Force 
One, the President and the First Lady.
The event started at 5 PM;
 we got in line at the venue shortly after 2 PM and the line was already
 pretty long. There are several mini stories to be told about that 
experience but don't need to be told for this post. Suffice it to say, 
it is always an intriguing sociological experience to be surrounded by 
people in line for something for which they are fanatics - whether it is
 for a movie premier, a live concert, the release of the latest beanie 
baby or Cabbage Patch kid. Fanatic people are fascinating to me.
While I am not a fan of Trump, I certainly did not want to come across 
as a vigilante protester while standing among some of his most adoring
 fans. I truly wanted to see if what I was going to witness in person 
was any different than what I had observed on TV.
The entry into 
the event was very impressive. I have always admired the professional 
posturing of the Secret Service, including those from our own local 
law-enforcement who were on duty serving in this capacity. These are 
women and men who should be highly commended for placing their lives on 
the line.
We entered the venue at 3 PM, two hours before the 
event started. As we entered, everyone was being handed pom-poms and 
Trump campaign signs. The hosts made sure everyone had a sign in their 
hand. Someone shoved one into my hand and gave pom-poms to my daughter.
I felt like a sheep in wolves clothing.
Music was playing loudly throughout the venue as it filled up with 
hundreds of people. I would guess there were eventually at least 3000 
people in the room. It was nowhere near full, but there certainly were a
 lot of people there. From my view, the crowd was 99.9% white folk. I 
did see a row of about 10-12 supporters who were black, wearing T-shirts
 that said, "Trump and Republicans are not racist" - they were 
positioned in the seating area directly behind the podium.
We 
were about three rows of people from the very front and had a very good 
position to view the President and the platform. As people were coming 
in, there was a lot of excitement and a strong sense of patriotism.  
Approximately every 15 minutes, the music would be a little more 
enthusiastic and party-like. I posted my play-by-play feedback of "God 
bless the USA!" in an earlier post...it was almost church-like. People 
sang along, raising their hands and were emotionally moved by this 
anthem.  It was intriguing to watch.
People were being ushered into a deeply religious experience...and it made me completely uncomfortable.
I love my country; I honor those who sacrificed their lives for our 
freedom and I respect our history and what we stand for, but what I 
experienced in that moment sent shivers down my spine. I felt like 
people were here to worship an ideology along with the man who was 
leading it. Don't get me wrong, it wasn't the song per se – it was this 
inexplicable movement that was happening in the room. It was a religious
 zeal.
You might liken it to the experience fans would have after
 their favorite team won the Super Bowl – faces painted, banners flying,
 confetti in the air and celebrating.
But this – this was deeper.
A couple of local politicians got up to bring greetings followed by 
state representative, followed by one of our Congress representatives. A
 soloist sang, "God bless America" and there was a strong sense of 
patriotism in the room. A pastor got up to pray and repeatedly prayed 
throughout his prayer, "Thank you for making this the greatest nation on
 earth…in Jesus' name."
Uh-uh. No. No way, José.
Pastor, 
this is not the greatest nation on earth. The greatest nation on earth 
does not exist. Are we a great nation? Definitely. But there are many 
other great nations as well. Pastor, you have your eyes on a different 
kind of  "greatness" and certainly a different kind of kingdom. Shame on
 you for praying those words in Jesus' name!
Suddenly, the music 
changed from the pep rally theme to something that seemed more Star Wars
 themed. The crowd went crazy and turned towards the opening of the 
airplane hangar that was the venue, just as Air Force One pulled up.
What a magnificent sight! That enormous airliner is absolutely 
breathtaking. The crowd was going wild; signs waving in the air, people 
cheering, and every cell phone was positioned to take photos and video. 
As the First Lady and the President emerged at the top of the stairs, 
the air was electric! It really is a magnificent image to see in person!
As they entered the venue and walked to the platform, there was 
terrific celebration. I have been in the room when other Presidents were
 in a similar mode – it is always such a meaningful experience to be 
that close to them, regardless of whether or not you view them with 
adoration. Theeeee President of the USA!
The First Lady approached the platform and in her rich accent, began to recite the Lord's prayer. 
I can't explain it, but I felt sick. This wasn't a prayer beseeching 
the presence of Almighty God, it felt theatrical and manipulative.
People across the room were reciting it as if it were a pep squad 
cheer. At the close of the prayer, the room erupted in cheering. It was 
so uncomfortable. I observed that Mr. Trump did not recite the prayer 
until the very last line, "be the glory forever and ever, amen!" As he 
raised his hands in the air, evoking a cheer from the crowd, "USA! USA! 
USA!"
Just as the President begin to speak, a short grandmotherly
 lady in front of us asked me if I would help hold her walker – the kind
 that has a seat built into it. She said, "I need to climb up on it and 
hold something up." Such an odd request at such an odd place at such an 
odd time. So, I helped her.
She held a pillowcase that had 
something written on the front of it, words I could not see. She climbed
 up onto the seat, wobbly-legged and held the sign up above her head. 
People in front of her turned around and started jeering and yelling at 
her. After holding her sign up for about 10 seconds, she climbed back 
down and thanked me. I asked her what her sign said – it read, "You had 
your chance, now resign!"
The very first words out of the 
President's mouth were the words of a bully. That is not simply one 
person's perspective, it is factual. He immediately began badgering and 
criticizing the media; like a bully inciting a crowd.
Now, do I 
think the media needs to be held to a high standard and be able to be 
held accountable?
Absolutely! The media as a whole has become sadly 
non-journalistic and more entertainment, in my opinion.
Call it 
what you will, but I was completely dumbfounded as the most powerful 
leader in the world began his speech by badgering the media. The crowd 
began screaming angrily at the entire press corps that was present.
He could have said something inspiring and worthy of a Tweet or 
Facebook post, instead he emerged as an overly powerful bully. 
Literally, everything that he began speaking about evoked this angry 
response from the crowd.  Immediately following the words of prayer that
 Jesus taught his followers…
It was then that I heard two ladies 
off to my left chanting, not yelling or screaming but chanting, 
"T-R....U-M-P; that's how you spell - bigotry!" They repeated the rhyme 
over and over.
Two ladies in front of them began seething and 
screaming in their face while shaking their Trump signs at them. Another
 couple standing behind them started screaming at them as well. One of 
the chanting ladies had her eight year old daughter on her back; the 
other had a severely disabled child in a wheelchair in front of her. As 
they continued chanting, the people around them became violently 
enraged. One angry man grabbed the lady's arm - that's when I went into 
action. I barged through the crowd and yelled at them to back off. My 
heart wasn't racing; I just instinctively became a protector.
I 
didn't actually want a Trump sign, but one of the volunteers had shoved 
it into my hands as I walked through  the door earlier; "Make America 
Great Again!" That sign probably saved someone from getting hurt. I held
 the sign close to my chest as I positioned myself between the chanting 
protesters and the angry mob. My 11 year old daughter was clinging to my
 arm, sobbing in fear.
The two angry, screaming ladies looked at 
me, both of them raised their middle finger at me in my face and 
repeatedly yelled, "FUCK YOU!" Repeatedly.
I calmly responded, "No thank you, I'm happily married." Their faces and their voices were filled with demonic anger.
I have been in places and experiences before where demonic activity was
 palpable. The power of the Holy Spirit of God was protecting me in 
those moments and was once again protecting me and my daughter in this 
moment.
I raised my voice and calmly said, "These ladies have the
 right to do what they are doing and they are harming no one; this is 
America and they a right to express themselves in this way. They are 
harming no one." A couple of other people around me stepped in and 
supported me in protecting them as a barrier, as well.
My 
daughter was shaking in fear as she clung to me. The one man behind the 
protesters shoved himself forward, grabbed the lady by the arm and 
screamed with multiple expletives, "I'm going to take you out! This is 
my president and nobody has the right to disrespect him and nobody has 
the right to keep me from hearing him!"
I wish I could have captured the expressions of that man on camera. I will never forget him.
The little girl on her mother's back was crying, completely frightened.
 I leaned forward and reassured her in her ear, "Your mommy is being 
brave and we will not let these people hurt you. You are afraid because 
these are angry, awful people. We will not let them hurt you or your 
mommy. You are being so brave and your mommy is doing something very 
brave."
That's when another lady screamed in my face that what I 
was doing was un-American. I just chuckled and responded, "What I am 
doing is completely American – I'm standing up for people who are being 
bullied – it doesn't matter if I agree with them or not. You came here 
to see the President, now ignore these ladies, turn around and enjoy the
 show." Without explanation, they calm down and turned around to hear 
what Trump had to say.
The two protesters then moved towards the 
back and left the building. I got a couple of high-fives and "thanks for
 stepping up for them" from bystanders . I wanted to say, "Thanks. Where
 were you when the the demons were screaming and fists were getting 
ready to start swinging?"
Once again, the environment reminded me of some church experiences I've had. Bystanders.
I have no clue what Trump was saying at that point – draining the 
swamp, vetting refugees, and other things. Oh yeah, I heard people 
chanting, "Build that wall, build that wall!"
I realized then that we were not listening to someone presidential, we were listening to someone terribly powerful.
My kid was shaken - she had just seen some of the worst of humanity. We
 edged ourselves away from the front of the room to the opening of the 
hangar so we could get a clearer picture of Air Force One.
I wanted to 
give her at least one positive presidential memory.
The crowd was
 much thinner at the back of the room, people were leaving by the 
hundreds. Outside, there were two jumbotrons set up for a potential 
overflow – there really wasn't a need for them. There were maybe a 
couple of hundred people outside watching on the big screens.
Not too far behind that group was a large group of protesters.
Inside, Trump had rallied the group by giving a little bit of attention
 to the "paid protesters outside."
Now, I can't speak for all of them, 
but I asked a few where they were from and why they were there - every 
single one of them were from different cities in Florida and could 
quickly articulate why they were there. They were not paid protesters – 
not the ones I spoke with.
I'm trying to separate how I actually 
feel about this man and his campaigns. I know why people voted for 
him; I know why people voted against his opponent. But, at the end of 
the day, what I felt from his leadership in this experience was actually
 horrifying. There was palpable fear in the room. There was thick anger 
and vengeance. He was counting on it. I don't think I'm exaggerating 
when I say that it would not have taken very much for him to have called
 this group of people into some kind of riotous reaction.
Now, 
not everyone in the room was a part of the angry mob mentality – I 
looked around the room and saw many people who could quite easily be 
folks from my neighborhood, folks from my church, folks who were 
planning to go grab a bite to eat at Cracker Barrel afterwards. Folks 
who truly wanted to see America "great." The people who support the 
Republican Party want to see some needed changes in the government – the
 people that were there for that reason, are by and large good folks.
But those are not the people the President was inciting – they are not 
the people he was leading. He was rallying the angry, vigilant ones.
As we began to leave, I knew my daughter could not possibly care less 
about Air Force One or the fact that she saw the President of the United
 States and his wife, in the flesh. I truly had hoped that she could 
have had that sentimental experience.
What she WILL remember is 
the angry, violent man screaming demonic vitriol at a child and her 
mother.  She will remember the two ladies screaming at her Dad, her 
pastor – flipping the middle finger and using the F word repeatedly.
Now, I know there are people who are convinced that I am jaded and 
cannot fairly give this man a fair chance. Perhaps that's true. But 
please remember, especially those of you who know me well, I am a 
student of culture and human behavior. I am not a stubborn, close minded
 individual who likes to stick to the status quo. I know there are 
people who long for me to see the good things about this President and 
to talk about THOSE things. I know there are people who want me to 
realize that not everything he is doing is bad and that every President 
has their strengths and weaknesses and…
I know there are people 
who, when they see these words and hear my thoughts will feel badly 
because perhaps they can't like me as much as they once did because they
 don't agree with me. They want me to like the President that they like –
 they want me to see him the way they see him.
I'm sorry. I 
cannot. You see, the angry, F-word-spewing man is what has been depended
 on throughout this campaign and is the one who is still being counted 
on to sustain the message. I tried.
As we left the room, these 
words were echoing in my mind, "Our Father, who art in heaven, Hallowed 
be Thy name. Thy Kingdom come, Thy will be done..."
At the end of
 the day, I'm a citizen of a nation - I have a leader who God is very 
aware and who has tremendous responsibilities. I MUST and will pray for 
him. I'm a citizen of this world and I must continue to see beyond my 
own limited world view to seek ways to obediently serve Christ. But 
greater still, I am a citizen of a different kind of Kingdom - the 
Kingdom that strives for peace, mercy, kindness and a love-relationship 
with the King Of Kings.
May God have mercy on me.
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