In January 2017, my son and I attended the inauguration of President Donald John Trump. A friend had offered two of his silver zone tickets. How could we refuse this generous offer? After all, I did vote for Trump.

The rain held back, and the temperatures were unseasonably warm for January. A gentle mist fell precisely at the time of Trump’s swearing in—a blessing of sorts. The opening prayers were powerful, and hearing the name of Jesus proclaimed over our nation lifted my spirit.