Dear President Trump,
Today is a special day for you and for our nation. I cannot sit down and talk with you so I decided to write you a letter like we are best friends.
I don’t know you, but I am sure you are feeling the weight of the responsibility and great privilege you have been granted.
So like a letter to Santa, I’ll tell you my heart.
About immigration, that’s a hard one. On one hand we need to protect our country and we cannot financially support all the people who would love to live in the US. On the other hand, why were we born here instead of say, Somalia? Not because we were smarter or better, it is just the way it is.
So please be gracious and yet firm. I am asking (Because I wouldn’t dare to tell the President of the United States what to do) that you get a variety of wise counsel. Proverbs 15:22 states;
“Plans fail without advice, but with many counselors they are confirmed.”
For the sake of our country and your integrity invite people into your inner circle who are wise and willing to contradict you. That is wise.
Concerning finance and foreign policy. I’m not really good at balancing my checkbook, so I’m going to have to trust you on that. Foreign policy is tricky I suppose. I’m pretty bad at saying what I am really thinking. The trouble with that is that what I am thinking may not have one ounce of truth to it. So I will pray that you will be wise in that area.
About welfare. My parents were Salvation Army officers so I was surrounded by all sorts of people. I remember clearly my mother praying before each time we gave away toys at Christmas, “But for the grace of God, go I.”
I believe that. Still, when I see someone on the side of the road with a sign stating “Out of work, need food.” I’m not sure what to do. I don’t always believe them. Sometimes, I’ve gone to a local place and given them money for those people. Other times I can’t make up my mind about that.
Good luck with that.
About morality. Wow. That’s hard. Everyone has a different opinion. I have mine and I think it is truth, but I believe love should be the plumb line on that. Love for all people.
1 Corinthians 13:13 states, “And now these three remain; faith, hope, and love. But the greatest of these is love.”
I couldn’t have said it better, that’s for sure.
America should be like a really big family. And as someone once said, “You can choose your friends, but you’re stuck with your relatives.” So you are stuck with me, President Trump. Treat me like family. And the rest of the country, too.
It seems to me that you don’t care much what people think of you. I care too much. So over the next four years, each day I will pray this for you;
“He has shown you, O mortal what is good. And what does the LORD require of you? To act justly, to love mercy, and to walk humbly with your God.” Micah 6:8
You really cannot go wrong with that and I cannot go wrong praying that for you.
So even though we’ve never met, or probably never will meet, you have someone who is praying for you just like I prayed for President Obama, and all the others.
Pauline (You already know my last name because we are friends.)
PS, I’ve never been to Washington so one day I am going to visit.
And I’d like to see the White House.