all of God's children

#prayforcharleston All of God's Children Jon Foreman Hope Racism Many Sparrows Blog

That sweet boy up there? That’s my beautiful son who hasn’t yet experienced the dirt and pain of this world.

Sometimes, I can’t write. The crushing burdens of this broken world feel like they’re physically pushing down my words.

#icantbreathe

Because no paragraph can speak into the pain. Where do I begin? I’m just me. My voice feels false and weak and part of the problem, not the solution.

The problem is systemic and hidden and personal and overt all at once.

The problem is racism.

The problem is a word that everyone is acquainted with but no one wants to touch.

Not me. Them, sure, but certainly not me.

Couldn’t be me.

But it is. It is me. It is you. It is all of us.

Nine of my brothers and sisters in Christ were shot in God’s house because of the color of their skin.

This is not okay.

This pervasive culture of violence. The vile sickness of polarization. The bigoted stench of racism.

Not me. Them, sure, but certainly not me.

Couldn’t be me.

But it is. It is me. It is you. It is all of us.

I want this world to be better. I want everyone to know the deep and high and wide love of a God who came to earth as the least of these to bare the burdens of the weight none of us could on our own.

Among the shards of hurt, I have to believe in a hope.

A hope in a Creator who says, I made her. I made him. I made you. I love you. I love him. I love you. She is worth everything. He is worth everything. You are worth everything. I love her so much I will enter into her suffering. I love him so much. I love you so much. I will make things clean. And you can join me.

Are you really ready to pay for love if it costs you everything?

I’ve been listening to Jon Foreman’s new album The Wonderlands: Sunlight and when his song All of God’s Children began playing, I couldn’t stop listening.

Would you listen to this song? Listen and pray and listen some more? Listen to our brothers and sisters who have been shouting for so long, waiting for someone to listen.

I want to say, not on my watch.

I believe in a God who cares down to the last detail — down to the teeniest, tiniest sparrow. So I will care, too. I will use my voice and my hands and I will try. I will try to leave this world more united — more woven into the grace of God’s Kingdom — than how I entered it. I need to do this for my children. My family. My brothers and sisters in Christ. My tiny place in the Kingdom.

Peace on Earth.

On Earth as it is in Heaven.

May we be reconcilers. May we be people worthy of the calling.

Not me. Them, sure, but certainly not me.

Couldn’t be me.

But it is. It is me. It is you. It is all of us.

When the things that you can’t hold onto
Are the ones that you wish you could keep
Are you really ready to pay for love
If it costs you everything

All of God’s children
All of God’s children
Shining underneath
Shining underneath

I believe in a world that’s beyond me
I believe in a world I ain’t seen
Past the glass
The shotgun shacks
The violent, faceless, racist facts
I believe in a world that’s made clean

All of God’s children
All of God’s children
Shining underneath
Shining underneath

Underneath these scars
Underneath these wars
Underneath the bullet holes
We still don’t know who we are
It’s shining underneath

Oh I’ve been waiting for love to give birth
For new life to show pain it’s worth
Oh I’ve been waiting for peace on earth

Like a newborn child,
Like a newborn child
Shining underneath

Is there a well that won’t run empty
Is there a friend that can’t be bought
Will you find him when you’re thirsty
To learn the lessons that can’t be taught

All of God’s children
Shining underneath
Shining underneath

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