View this post on Instagram I have struggled for the words this past week. I’ve felt sad, angry, confused, sickened, but more than anything I’ve
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I have struggled for the words this past week. I’ve felt sad, angry, confused, sickened, but more than anything I’ve just felt helpless. Yesterday I posted a black square to show that I was taking a day to reflect, pray, and pause. I stayed off social media and spent time asking God for the eyes to see what is going on and how I can represent the Kingdom in the middle of so much hurt. I found myself reading articles, watching videos, listening to interviews and seeking God’s word on how I can be an ally to hope. Then I came across this scripture: “So stop telling lies. Let us tell our neighbors the truth, for we are all parts of the same body.” Ephesians 4:25 It stopped me in my tracks. I was born and raised in the south and have seen the cruelty and the disgusting effects of racism first hand. I’ve never used racial slurs, never hated someone because of their skin color, never tried to punish someone because of their race or tried treating someone different because of the side of the tracks they grew up on. But there have been times that I’ve been silent when I should’ve spoken up. I’ve looked the other way when others have been in pain. I’ve made a few posts, felt hurt for my hurt friends, but I feel guilty because I could’ve done more. Yesterday, I told God “If I’m honest, I don’t know where to start.” And then I pulled out my guitar and re-wrote the words to a song I wrote with friends a few years ago. This is my apology and my promise to my black friends. I know that we might have to have hard conversations. I know this won’t be easy. I know it might hurt as we find out how to love each other and find peace for us all. But I’m here with you. There are parts of the Body of Christ that are hurting and I want to see God heal all of this together. And that’s the honest truth.