The Revolutionary Act of Grace

The past couple of weeks have opened the eyes of many as it relates to race relations and reconciliation. Prior to the Zimmerman Trial, verdict many people believed that they did not harbor any prejudice/racist thoughts toward others. I, thought that I had dealt with previous prejudices and had deemed everyone the same…until that verdict came down-NOT GUILTY.The verdict put things in perspective quickly and emphatically.

My theological lens shifted, my anthropological lens zoomed in on the particular and my sociological lens aimed at the black community. Not surprised but yet still shocked, the outcome of the trial surfaced a prejudice that became unsettling. What it also highlighted was the impact of racism looms large in America. (When I say racism I am talking about the power structure that decides to oppress one group over another.)

What the Zimmerman Trial has done spiritually for me is open my eyes to the continual force of grace. Yes, my theology has changed but my understanding of God’s grace changed as well. Yes, I am angry, bothered, bewildered, and want to respond adversely but the grace that God extends keeps me at bay. I was attending an all white congregation (my family were the only blacks in the Church) prior to the Zimmerman Verdict. It was a great church, with great people but after the verdict, I could not see myself going back to that church. Not that I thought that they all were racist but my theological lens had shifted to a point that our vantage points of the Gospel were no longer aligned. My daughter actually loved the church but I know the tension that I would have felt would have been noticeable. They would have gone out of their way to make us feel more at home. The problem was not there response but my reality. The reality that this will happen again and it is hard for you to really see where I am coming from-and vice-versa.

The church as a whole is reluctant to redefine the process of race reconciliation because it really does not think that there is a problem. Grace has been used as a mask to hide prejudice/racism instead of the balm to heal from it.

It is amazing how such a beautiful word,– Grace has the word race embedded inside.

Thinking Out Loud- Trying to make providence make sense (in my own terms)

To render your skills useless has a neurotic feeling of failure attached that has the potential to bankrupt every meager thought of hope. With every passing moment the fleeting sight of restoration appears to bypass your doorstep. The concept of success camouflages itself as a patronizing term as you wrestle with your own faith.  Theology becomes useless rhetoric and prayer assimilates itself with the hot rap tune of the week-just words to hum to amuse ourselves for kicks.

Could it be that we have lost the very essence of faith and exchanged it for instant gratification?

Monday Morning Perspective

As I read the post from different mothers, I started to see how this tragedy in Connecticut got there attention. Mother after mother continued to share how this morning hit home that it could have easily been their child that was not sitting at the table. It could have been their child that was not dropped off at school today.

As a parent reflecting on this causes me to stand in a position of uncertainty. I don’t have the answers for the act of violence but I know that there are some missing people in a few families around the country. My attention is brought back to my own heart in the midst of this grieving and mourning. How would I respond if I were in their shoes? I don’t know…

But I can say that grace is a massive opportunity that eludes our understanding but so engages our narrative. That is my place of solace that keeps me centered without looking at the drudge of life as being normative. It is grace that relocates my anger and displacement to an unknown address. Without this grace I would be up in arms, at all times trying to make meaning out of the meaningless.

What I have come to understand is that life is…

(still searching)