“If you see oppression of the poor and denial of justice and righteousness in the province, do not be shocked at the sight; for one official watches over * another official, and there are higher officials over them.” ~ Ecclesiastes 5.8 (NASB)
Justice is not a given in this sad world of ours.
Your Christianity must rise.
Jesus left the glory of heaven, everything He had known, to walk among us to die for us.
He rose from death to life, and ascended to Heaven to sit at the right hand of the Father, for us.
For law enforcement.
For Black lives, which do matter.
For all tribes and nations.
Christ died for sinners.
And sinners have a way of doing everything they can to avoid feeling bad.
While there is nothing simple about the original sin of our nation, this much is simple: we do everything we can do to avoid feeling bad.
If our neighbor is suffering and that suffering is not effecting us, we just don’t think about it.
Because we do everything we can do to avoid feeling bad.
Theologian Henri Nouwen wrote,
“Compassion is hard because it requires the inner disposition to go with others to a place where they are weak, vulnerable, lonely and broken.”
If a police man’s family worries about him more so than the rest of us have to worry about our loved ones when they walk out the door, well, we just say: He could’ve chosen another profession. He could have been an accountant.
And if Black parents have to worry about things White parents don’t have to worry about when their kids walk out the door, well, we just say: Don’t be stupid, and nothing bad will happen to you. We say, “They had it coming.”
Because if our country really wasn’t as fair as we all like to tell ourselves: we’d have to feel bad about injustice. We’d have to do something about injustice. We’d have to take a long hard look at ourselves.
We’d have to look at our hearts.
And we do whatever we can to avoid feeling bad.
God reads your heart like you read the newspaper.
People, are people, not issues.
People are made in the image of God.
The truth is I wear prescription sunglasses into department stores all the time on account of being lazy and not wanting to switch them out for my glasses. And while it is commonly considered suspicious to wear sunglasses inside stores, I am never followed. I never know what I want when I go to the store so I just sort of wander around like a moron.
Strong forces, long ago, determined that I look like the good guy.
Nobody bothers me.
And if I can’t get out of my skin just long enough to understand that not everybody can say that, then I’m just forming my opinions to make myself feel good, but feeling good rarely has anything to do with truth.
And, if I can’t get out of my head long enough to understand that a lot of good cops are hated for things they haven’t done, then I’m just forming my opinions to make myself feel good, but feeling good rarely has anything to do with truth.
Your Lord Jesus Loves Truth.
Your Christianity must rise above, your thing, whatever your thing is.
Your Christianity must rise above your tribe.
Your Christianity must rise above your politics.
Your Christianity must rise high above the vantage point you have on your little perch, under the sun.
Your Christianity must rise high, and higher still until you bump your Christianity’s head on the heart of God.
He may well say to you that the world is corrupt, but He is not corrupt.
His heart bleeds for all those who have died this bleak week.
Your Christianity must rise as high as the promise of a new world through the Resurrection of Christ the Lord.
Behold He Makes All Things New.