I’m twenty five days into writing, and I must confess something. I really wondered if I would have anything worth saying 365 days in a row. My life is not that incredibly exciting and I don’t really consider myself that insightful. However it looks like 2017 is not slowing down… and Charlottesville has proven to be a striking moment.
I see eyes opening for the first time.
I see people who are facing that racism still exists, and exists to such an extreme extent… when for a very long time they have been trying to convince themselves it didn’t.
We can no longer say “that doesn’t happen today”. It did, on Saturday. Torches burning… only the pitchforks were missing.
We can no longer say “that doesn’t happen here”. It did, on a major college campus. It wasn’t in some small town in the middle of nowhere. Someone died. Many were injured.
We can’t say “things have changed for the better”. It hasn’t. This time they were not afraid and came out from under hoods and robes.
We can’t say “not my child”. Not when a parent writes a public letter denouncing his son, whom he raised in the church to treat people equally.
The beauty in these ashes are those who are not longer quiet, the voices who are rising up, the ears who are willing to listen, and the stand that many are taking in the face of hate.
My friend Aimee said on the phone this evening, “Love must win.”
We know it did, on the cross. We know there is victory over sin, even this ugly sin set before us. But that doesn’t keep us from crying out, “Jesus come.”