Dear President Trump. I do not wish you ill. I do not want you to be a victim of the coronavirus. I do not want you embarrassed by your incompetence.
I do not wish you laughed at by the 1% who profit from their use of your calculated buffoonery. I do not cheer when you bumble and stumble.
I do not want you punished for your hateful treatment of women, minorities, refugees, political enemies or the poor.
I do not want you cursed for breaking all the commandments. I do not want God to forsake you.
What I do want is for you to be transformed by God’s love. I want you to cherish and care for ALL Americans. I want you to be the champion for refugees at our borders and people of all nations, faiths and races.
I want God to bless you with a fierce desire to love God, love all God’s people, and love yourself. I want you to love yourself as God loves you… not just to feed your appetites.
God bless you. God keep you. God be gracious unto you and give you peace… and strength to do good.
Remember always, God loves you… and I am trying. 031620.
Dear President Trump 