The Human Race
In light of the recent events that
have occurred in our country in this past week, I thought there was no better
time to wipe the dust from my keyboard and write again. I’m really not even
sure where to begin or what I want to say but I know that SOMETHING needs to be
said. As a Christian, I find myself pleaing to God to save this broken world. I, as first responder’s wife, find my self crying for the wives of the fallen
officers. And as a human, I find my self heartbroken for our country. When did
our country become such a place of hate when our founders created this land
for all different types of people to come and flourish? How have we lived
through slavery, the civil war, the 60’s, and STILL have not grasped the
concept of peace? Thankfully, I grew up in a home that it was taught to us to
not see color. That there is only one race, THE HUMAN RACE. It is so hard for
me to wrap my mind around the idea of not liking someone, or looking down on a
person simply for the color of their skin. Why? Why does that matter? Our souls
have no color. God created each and every one of us in His perfect image, so
who am I to question the character of one of God’s creations, that I don’t even
know? I want to make clear that this is in no way a scolding to white people, because
I absolutely believe that this cultural divide is a two way street. I don’t
think it is right for me to be grouped with certain people just because the
color of MY skin. My heart breaks for this country, black and white people
both. For mixed children like my nephew who have to figure out where they
belong in this world. Who are made to feel that they have to choose between races.
Again, why? Why can’t he look at his white grandpa and his black cousin and
only see people who love him? It shouldn’t even be a question. It terrifies me
that we live in a world where people think that the answer to violence is more
violence. I am so sick about what happened to the two men killed by officers. I am disturbed that the videos
of these two killings were so easily viewed by the public. I am sad for these
officiers who live in constant fear and put in unimaginable situations knowing
that every decision that they make will be ridiculed. I am scared for my
husband that walks into people of all color’s homes, not knowing what he is
walking into. How does he know that someone didn’t call 911 just to lure him
there to shoot him? Grouping him with a group of people who have been called to
serve and protect. How is this our life? How is this our world? A world where I
have to be scared for my husband’s life just for him doing his job. A job where
his calling is to SAVE PEOPLE’S LIVES while putting his own in danger. Can we
all just take a minute to remember that we are all human? That we are all
creations of God and brothers and sisters in Christ. Can we bridge the racial
divide by choosing to view everybody not as several races but as one race, the
human race? I look back and see all the questions in this post and it just
makes me realize how lost we are. We have so many questions we need to ask
ourselves. So many convictions. All I can say is this country has a heart issue
and the best thing I can do is start with my own. God bless each and every one
of you.
“Help us, O God of our salvation! Help
us for the glory of your name. Save us and forgive our sins for the honor of
your name,” Pslam 79:9
