It’s a word I’ve been latching onto since this past summer. I’m not ready to let go of this word yet, nor do I want to put it up on a shelf all polished and sparkly to begin anew with a new one for this year. To be honest I don’t think humans ever get to graduate from learning to ‘trust’ God.
The presence of conflict in our marriage affirms that we are both unique humans coming to the table with vastly different backgrounds that inform our expectations toward life. Conflict means we’re being no-holds-barred honest with each other. It means I’m being my unveiled self – with all of my mess and insecurities and failures and mistakes.
I find it easier to take care of others and get things done for God, rather than be vulnerable with my needs.
But God is showing me prayer is an intimate soul conversation to be loved and known, rather than a spiritual transaction to be made better.
This is not just a problem for black people. Whenever a minority is oppressed, it is the responsibility of the OPPRESSORS to change – not the oppressed. So it’s not a black people problem at all – it’s a white people problem. Race is a white person’s problem, because we’re the ones responsible for changing it.And shouldn’t we, the People of the Cross, be leading the charge?