Tuesday, December 2, 2014

A SAHM's Thoughts on Ferguson

This post doesn't have anything to do with race.
This post has nothing to do with the color of your skin.
What I see on the news isn't a black boy and a white cop.
Not a black family and community that are being discriminated again.
Not a cop that may or may not have done his job.
Instead, I see souls created in the image of God. Souls that are hurting.

Specifically, Michael Brown's family is hurting.

His parents are interviewed, full of anger and hurt. His stepfather is filmed raging against the town, accused of instigating a riot. So why can't I get angry and fire back at them or get enraged along with them?

I know that no amount of money won in a civil suit, no justice given (whether you agree or disagree that justice was given recently), no interview to speak out, no words of comfort or support will ease their hurt.
None, but Jesus.
None, but Christ.

My prayer has been, and still is, that someone will speak the Truth to them. Maybe someone will whisper in their ear " will find rest for your souls."

-Tell them that all they have to do is call on the Lord. ("Call to me, and I will answer you...Jer. 33:3)
-Tell them that they can have rest. ("Come to Me, all you who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest." Matt. 11:28)
-Tell them that they can have peace and healing. ("Behold, I will bring it health and healing; I will heal them and reveal to them the abundance of peace and truth. Jer 33:6)

Such joy we have who put our hope in Christ. Such peace. Reminds me of a song.

                               One day eyes that are blind will see You clearly
                                      One day all who deny will finally believe
                                      One day hearts made of stone will break in pieces
                                      One day chains once unbroken will fall down at Your feet  

                                      One day voices that lie will all be silenced
                                      One day all that's divided will be whole again
                                      One day death will retreat and wave it's white flag
                                      One day love will defeat the strongest enemy
(Glory, by Selah)

We can look forward to that day.
We know that one day we'll see His glory. 
We know that one day we'll sing glory to His name.

Will you pray with me that someone will tell them?