This has been a hard week. I’ve found myself angry, heartbroken, confused, fearful, hurt, and so many other things. And, it’s so overwhelming, I just haven’t had words. I haven’t known how to reach out, how to respond.
Knowing that we live in a time where racism still exists, where people hurt and kill each other because we look different is just heartbreaking. And, the problem seems huge, long-standing, and near impossible to know how to address.
But, as so often happens, gathering with my church family today was a good thing. Being together reminded me that there are places that love instead of hate is expressed. Hearing Brother Hill share his thoughts and experiences was an encouragement. Being reminded that we are in a battle not with each other, but with evil was good. Being reminded to love people with abandonment was a good thing.
As Brother HIll quoted “red and yellow, black and white, they are precious in His sight” My sweet 4-year old looked up from her coloring with excitement in her eyes and voice and said “that’s my song”. Hearing her excitement at recognizing a song of Biblical truth and knowing that some of her best friends have skin that is different than hers gives me hope for our future.
So, if you want to shed a few tears and get some encouragement, check out the video from this morning. I think you’ll be glad you did.
From previous experiences I already had great respect for Brother Hill, but hearing his words this morning made me thankful again for the great people that surround me here in this stage of life. Helping us refocus on truth this morning was a good thing. Not an easy thing, but a good thing.