I had a miscarriage last November, and it crippled me creatively. I haven’t been creating things because I lost the most precious of created things. And it rendered me incapable of expressing myself in the way that has always been most natural, and most life-giving, to me.
Regardless of who is elected president, we all need to be prepared to overcome the withdrawal symptoms of this narcotic election season. The post-election fear, fatigue, and fury that will try to overwhelm and control us. But none of these after effects will produce the wisdom or righteousness we will need to faithfully participate in God’s redemptive plan for the future.
We are fighting for Truth in the age of truthlessness, and 2020 has shined a dingy spotlight on our dilemma. It’s a problem that goes deeper than asking ”What is true?” and demands an answer to the question, ”What is truth?”.
Jesus’ life is a lesson in empathy. He consistently took three radical steps toward empathy that we can learn from. He discovered the details, imagined the individual, and enlisted in their experience. My journey toward true empathy began when I visited a Nazi death camp. I have never forgotten it, and I doubt I ever will.
A challenge to Christ-followers to reject the religious “either or” mentality in favor of a more constructive (albeit more complex) “both and” philosophy. Not only is it possible to be people of conviction and compassion, it’s necessary. Not only is it possible to be people who are engaged socially and empowered spiritually, it’s necessary. Not only is it possible to embrace our race, our faith, and our gender identities at the same time, it’s necessary.
I love and honor this country, but I love and honor the truth infinitely more. And it is the Truth of God—not the articles of the constitution—that will judge whether or not we live in a free country.
As I watched George Floyd be ruthlessly murdered on the street by a uniformed police officer, I thought, “My God, this is really the story.” George Floyd is the American story. Black people in America have had a knee on our necks for 400 years.
Appearances are a sham, and Jesus knows it. He is not interested in our pretty leaves, he wants to know what’s happening on the inside. Is our root system mature enough to reach down deep and find the water we need to be fruitful?