I often find myself overcome with gratitude that God called me into ministry and called me to WPC. In these last days, however, I feel graced and humbled with the privilege of serving alongside people of such deep convictions who join belief and faith with action. I am daily learning what it means to serve Christ in this complex world, to work for justice and to share God’s love because of the examples you and so many others provide.
People are asking, “How are you?” And I am answering this way: I am all right and not all right.
I may not ever be all right again, for it is hard to imagine going back to the innocence I had before stepping off from Jefferson School, filled with sober joy at the gathering of folks who sang with such conviction about the light that will shine in the darkness. I had not ever before felt the coldness of dark hearts in such a tangible way from a crowd; in individuals, yes. Not as a mass. My heart broke and continues to break at the hatred and evil wielded in word and weapon that led to violence, injury and death.
And yet, despite all that I saw and all that I am feeling, I find myself seeking comfort in things I believe: that God is sovereign, that love is stronger than hate, that at the end, love wins… not at a rally, but at an empty tomb.
I confess my own complicity in a system of racism that has harmed my brothers and sisters of color and that I have benefited in ways to which I am still blind.
And yet, this I know: my blind eyes are being opened, like the man who, his eyes touched by the healing hand of Jesus, at first saw impartially. It took some work for him to peer into the world around him before clarity came. I am still working, my vision still not clear, but perhaps better now than three days ago.
May healing continue for my blindness and yours, for my heart and yours, and for the community we share and serve.
Blessings – Lynne