No words.
Just sadness.
No response.
Just heaviness.
No answers.
Just … lament.
God, I know you are there, I know that you are faithful and true and trustworthy.
I know that you have been with all of humanity since before time began. That you are in us, that you have shaped us and molded us in the inmost place. I know that when you look on all that you have created, you say, with parental pride, “it is good” … every one of us.
But I ache.
For humanity does not treat each other as good, with grace. Your creation has demeaned, devalued and degraded some in society, to the point of death.
I … I am called fair, for my skin is pale, but those who are called this fair … have not been. We have been anything but fair. What can I say or do to help those who have been subjugated by the fair … like me.
Like Moses in Egypt, like Tubman in her Underground Railroad, like King in DC, the heart cry of “Set My People Free” … free from discrimination, free from threat of harm, free from the looks, free to do and to have as the fair people do … has interrupted our our lives. The volume of the protesters could not speak as loudly to our hearts as the whisper,
I can’t breathe …
God, those words, that scene … it destroyed a part of us all … red and yellow, black and white … (Jesus loves the little children of the world).
Can I still sing those words? Not that you love the children, but naming four (inexact) colors? God, I don’t know the rules … I don’t know the words to say, I don’t know how to be the support and hands and feet of you and I just want to say,
I am with you.
I am so sorry for the hatred.
I am so sorry for the pain and struggle and fear that you live with,
simply because those of us who are fair … are anything but.
This week has been significant, Lord. The white elephant in the room of humanity has been seen. People have raised their voices, told their stories, demanded change from leaders, from … the fair who are not. Social media has been full of #BlackOutTuesday, #blacklivesmatter, lists of organizations and businesses to support (or to avoid), lists of how those of us who are fair might help, support … be fair.
But, some of it, Lord, is contradictory. One person posts this, another posts the opposite. One posts the blacked out screen, another says #BlackLivesMatter matters more.
God, I want to be the help, the change the arm around the shoulders of others. I want the people who I love, who are not as ‘fair’ as me, to know that I weep with them, that I don’t see their color so much as the life within them (is that okay to say?) and …
I hope they don’t see mine.
For, God, the fair have not been.
O Lord my God, I cried out to You,
and you healed me our world.
Psalm 30:2
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