On today, Black Lives Matter Sunday, so named and participated in specifically by the leaders of The Church of God in Christ and The Assemblies of God, my heart, like so many throughout the world, is heavy. The coming together of Christian brothers and sisters across denominations and the world today, I read about here, however, speaks to Hope that prevails.
As I prepare to head off to corporate worship this morning, vivid remembrances of the nights, despite they occurred decades ago, I stayed awake, looking through the front porch shade, hoping to see my brothers walk up the New York City block we lived on, and come inside the house. I remember how sleep refused to appease my anxiety until they made it through the door. For if they landed in the hands of the police or the inhabitants of those who lived on the side of the track opposite us, our family didn’t know when or if we’d see them again.
Do the eyes of those who were not simply beaten, but whose lives were ended, rise from the ground, though their bodies have been taken away, to passersby wondering if there is anyone who will not cross to the other side? Do they, did they hope to see their good Samaritan?
Voices, pictures, uttering and urgings knock on hearts this morning, as they have in era past. Thank you to the leaders and followers of Jesus Christ who have set aside today to seek the face of The Creator of every human life on behalf of this specific concern facing our nation. Though many scriptures are befitting for this post, I love this one that rings so sweetly: “He has showed you, O man, what is good. And what does the LORD require of you? To act justly and to love mercy and to walk humbly with your God.” Micah 6:8
I pray you too would pray throughout this day, according to the specific knocking that may be occurring at the door of your heart.
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