As we continue longing for the Kingdom, and loving the King, we acknowledge living in the already and the not yet. We cry out for His Kingdom come and Will be done, even as Home feels far away. I wanted to take a moment to remember the stories of Calvin Munerlyn and Breonna Taylor, and lament. These are individuals considered heroes in this Covid-19 era. They were killed by those who they were trying to protect, and by those who should have been their allies. I take a look at Christian rapper Thi'sl's own encounter with violence and recognize that the same ones we might sacrifice for and long to minister to, might come to do us harm.
February 23rd, Ahmaud Arbery, and Heaven Feels Far
On February 23, 2020 I had an amazing worship experience. Heaven felt so close. I really felt like I was not far from my true Home. The experience brought tears to my eyes. About 3 miles from his home, Ahmaud Arbery was killed. On February 23 I felt like heaven was so close. Then I see what happened on February 23, and what didn't happen for two plus months, and heaven feels so far. But I realize, again, that God is not only found in our joyous moments. Looking at the Holy Place in the Tabernacle of Moses leads me to believe, again, that God also invites us to meet with Him in dark days of lament and mourning over violence. There is a space for us before the Lord in our pain.
Of Faith, And Prophesied-Over Image Bearers
In my previous post “If (Primary) Justice Was Done”, I looked at a form of justice that, if practiced with earnest and self-sacrifice by the Christians who were in the early and adolescent United States of America, could have preempted the creation of highly racialized laws which have contributed to the Laments in Midlothian. In this post I'll revisit an earlier post about fear. In the original post I considered how fear (as a tool of the lowly lion) will likely be used to justify the killing of Jemel Roberson. This week, I will consider how a prophetic lens of faith and honor may have brought a prophetic letter of love to Midlothian, rather than a lament.