Where does God fit into the #BlackLivesMatter movement?
Idk, this is just on my heart and in my head. This is where Iām at right now and Iām not going to apologize for it.
Normally, I try not to watch or keep up with the news. Itās always something negative and depressing. This past week, I couldnāt do that. My Facebook timeline has been taken over with all of the events that quickly unfolded this week. From Alton Sterling to Philando Castile to the Dallas protest and āshootingā.
If I were to say that all of this hasnāt been getting to me, Iād be lying. Every night since Tuesday, I lay in bed for at least 2 hours, restlessā refreshing all of my social media timelines. Why? Because Iām constantly looking for something. For anything. For a news report or another video of a police officer violently killing an innocent (innocent in the fact that whatever he is attempting to be apprehended for is not punishable by death) black man. Iām expecting to find out about a new death nightly because that is what the past week has been like.
My heart is sad. Itās overwhelmed. But mostly torn. Iāve never met or heard of any of these people before, yet I mourn their lost. Yet Iām in tears about them daily. Iāve never felt so passionately about something that Iām constantly crying about it. So why am I? The answer is simple THESE ARE LIVES. THESE ARE PEOPLEāS LIVES. And they matter. In spite of what theyāve done. THEY MATTER. BLACK LIVES MATTER.
God says that they do. And if they didnāt they would have never been a part of creation. Everything that God makes is perfect and is exactly the way that He intended it to be. And the president, the federal government, the department of justice, the police and we as a society DONāT GET TO SAY OTHERWISE!
Iāve been enraged these past few days too. When I see (or a better word would be perceive) that some of the people that I would say I love or call a friend have nothing to say (or appear to have nothing to say because theyāve posted nothing about it on their media outlets) it HURTS me. My heart and even my brain canāt understand the silence. My heart and my brain donāt understand how that awful feeling in the pit of your stomach, that you get when you know that you know that something is wrong doesnāt push you to say something. To DO SOMETHING.
Iāve been very rash. My friends list and contact list just keeps dwindling. But to be frank, I honestly donāt give a shit about your vacation or PokemonGo or the fact that youāre at a soccer game or a beer festival or that your best friend got engaged or that you had a picnic lunch or the new ways to garden or your birthday when you appear to have nothing to say about what is happening in our country right now. You canāt say that you are my friend, love or care about me and have nothing to say at the same time. Iām sorry but in my eyes, thatās impossible. Surely you have something to say. Anything. And no, Iām not going to small talk with you and smile because itās clear that you donāt care about me or people that look like me. Like Dr. King said in a direct quote from a statement by the executive committee of Clergy and Laymen Concerned about Vietnam, āA time comes when silence is betrayalā. And though he was referring to the Vietnam war, Iād say what is going on right now across our nation is a war of sortsā¦
So this leaves me with a big question.. What next? So Iāve said a few words about how I feel and the ways that Iāve reacted, whether they be right or wrong, theyāre done. So, what do I do next? How do I support the #BlackLivesMatter movement, stay true to God and supposedly continue on in relationship and ministry with a bunch of white people wholeheartedly? Is that possible?
At this point, Iāve come to question who Iāll talk to, if Iāll intern at a campus ministry where I could possibly count the black people with my fingers and toes, if I want to still live with my white roommates and even stay in the city of Athens. How do I move on from these events that may have just changed everything about my life and what I believe?
The truth is, I donāt have answers to any of these questions and I donāt know when or if I ever will..













