It isn’t for lack of things to say. I’m just growing tired of saying the same things and no one hearing.
Yes, I have found some amazing people on this journey of truth speaking and fighting for justice. I’m sure to find many more, and I love you all dearly. You matter.
The encouragement you give matters. The fact that I know we are in this together matters… but I’m tired. And I know you are too.
Most of my writing has been on Facebook lately. In fact, I have skipped months of blogging. I have a strategic reason for doing so. These things have to be explored in the context of relationship and since we have a decent one, I thought you might listen.
You see, we all have blind spots. But some of us are dismantling them while others refuse to acknowledge they exist.
I know so many people who are caught up in nationalism and borderline legalism and in their heart of hearts they love Jesus. But an upward love without an outward expression is not enough.
Faith without works is dead, and there are many who are choosing not to work. They are instead choosing willful blindness driven by pride.
There is no more “I don’t know.” If you can’t see racism and racist systems for what they are by this point, you are choosing it. The grace period for claiming ignorance has passed. Grace is still available, but it will come with repentance for what you have failed to do and now what you are actively doing.
Ignoring the cries of millions of people takes a lot of work. Ignoring the peaceful pleas of someone like me takes even more work.
I’m not a criminal or a rioter. I love Jesus and you know it by my life. I love righteousness. I love grace and peace. I love truth. I really love people. Every last single one. But some of you do not… and I’m here to officially declare that the Lord is set against you.
The face of the Lord is set against those who do what is evil, to erase all memory of them from the earth. The righteous cry out, and the Lord hears, and delivers them from all their troubles. The Lord is near the brokenhearted; He saves those crushed in spirit.
I have been trying diligently to reveal this to you for months. But it doesn’t seem like you care.
You only like people who are like you. People who think like you and agree with everything you say. You don’t want to be challenged. Your ego bucks with pride at the idea that you could be wrong. You confront hurting people with insults and aggression, with sarcasm and pomp.
You allow fear to dictate your decision making and keep you from honoring other image bearers. If Christian means “little Christ,” you are a terrible Christian.
You are not who you think you are. You have fooled yourselves.
You are the blind ones who cannot see.
You are the deaf ones who cannot hear.
So after this, for a while, I have nothing more to write. Nothing I say will matter to you anyhow.
But watch what I do.
Your lamenting sister,