With my Fist in the Air

This is going to be raw and unedited. I can't figure out what to say so I'm just going to start typing.

Black Lives Matter...

Isn't that heartbreaking that we have to say that?

I have read so many statements and posts and articles and quotes and watched the videos and have seen the images. I just sit and weep.
I am reminded of when Jeremiah wept over his beloved Jerusalem.
He cried out.
He cried out against the sin, the injustice, the hate, the betrayals, the horrors.
And now, we cry out.

I believe there is only one true way to salvation, and it doesn't start with loving yourself or even loving one another. It starts with loving God. I believe in the Bible as the Word of God without errors and in the Word, God is love. Without God, there is no love, and I also believe we are seeing that overcome this world right now. A world without true love. A world full of self love where "you do you" turns into the slaying of POC.

I am not of this world. I am called to be in this world, but not of it. However, there are people in the world alongside me that I am called to love. No qualifications. No checklist. No requirements.
Love one another. Love your enemy. Love as I have loved you.

So I cry out.... Stop hating. Stop killing. Repent. Turn back to your God.

Yesterday, as I watched the footage from downtown Dallas, I got it. For the first time, I was in fear of my life based on the color of my skin. To let it sink in that the way I felt for those few minutes was the way generations of people feel daily broke me to my core. I pray that I was never a part of making anyone feel "less than" based on any part of them, especially the color of their skin.

I am a white woman 100% against racism. With my fist in the air. Black Lives Matter.

Comments

Popular Posts