When I first entered into vocational ministry as a youth pastor I was blessed to serve in a racially diverse local church, both in terms of pastoral staff and congregants. It was there in that small town North Carolina church that I truly began to grasp the beauty of all God’s people. Many of my students were African American. Fast forward to today and my best friend and quite a few other close friends are African American.
Over the last 5+ years the truth of the racial issues and injustices have been exposed to an ever increasingly intense light that can no longer be ignored or brushed aside. I mourn the injustices done and happening to my brothers and sisters of color.
Where is the justice?Where is the hope?Where is the healing?
How long, Lord, can this nation continue to bleed out by the festering wound of racism? How long until we truly demonstrate love of neighbor? Ten African Americans murdered and one wounded, while buying groceries by a pro...
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