Does your heart not hurt with the raw pain today? Mine does.
My heart is breaking at the unkindness and injustice in our land. As we explained tragic recent events to our oldest daughter, we also discussed some of the reactions and some similarities to the time of Dr Martin Luther King Jr and Malcolm X. My 11 year old saw that there is some retaliatory violence for violence and hate for hate and she said “Who is going to be the one like Dr King??”. I looked her in the eyes and said “We are”.
We, the people who love God, are to be the solution to bring goodness, love, and peace to our land and to this world. Our country was founded in unity. I, for one, am linking arms with Love. I’m linking arms with the Lovers of God, people who truly embrace the one who is Love and I’m wrapping my heart around those who are hurting right now in the Black community, those who were hurting last year as police officers were needlessly executed, those who are relegated as lesser-than because they recently immigrated or are first generation American, those who have lost loved ones to drugs or violent crime: the lost, the hurting, the broken, the dying. Come into the arms of love. Receive safety and protection in the arms of the truly caring.
As our hearts rise in one accord, our voices will rise to bring love and freedom, and the standards will rise of what is acceptable practices in this country, our country, my country. I am known for my love. I have set a standard that our family is known for love. I am spreading my arms wide to scoop up my entire nation and hug them until they remember who they truly are. Lovers of unity and peace. Bringers of goodness to the entire world.
This land was made for you and me.
What are we besides a beautiful melting pot of love? Look at the tremendous words written on our Statue of Liberty, a bright shining beacon to the nations:
Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.
“Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!” cries she
With silent lips. “Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses YEARNING TO BREATHE FREE,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”
Love starts at home. I want the whole world to feel the light of God’s goodness, but I’m going to make darn well sure that the people around me feel it first. It’s time for the unity of love to squeeze out any of the dissension and divisiveness that has tried to separate us; it’s time to make sure the people around us, in this case specifically the Black Community, no longer feel like unloved orphans. It’s time the brotherhood of love steps up to embrace ALL. Love is our heart’s truest cry. It is time to humanize our differences.
I’m not waiting for someone else to take the first step. I never wait for the person across the street to be the first one to wave to me. I smile and wave first. Why? Because love is the strongest force on earth. When I make the first overture of love, other people know that I am a safe place for them to breathe easy and be themselves. No posturing needed. Different opinion? Love anyway. Love is not easily chased away because it never fails. You can say the wrong things and do the wrong things and still be loved. Heck, I forgive my kids multiple times a day. You don’t have to look the same as me, think the same as me, or try to be the same as me in order to feel the warmth of my love and affection. We cannot make the basis for our love be the uniformity of our looks. We are people who form a living, breathing banner of hope and truth to the nations. Our beauty comes from being our true selves in loving unity with one another.
The tired, the hurting, the weary don’t have to make the first step toward me. Have you ever been tired, hurting or weary? You don’t have the strength or the energy to lift everyone up around you. Lady Liberty yells out “Bring them to me!”. Outcasts and immigrants, the lonely and those that feel unloved are not meant to approach Colossus and be rejected. Colossus extends her light and declares that her golden door is a place of safety. I am a place of strength and shelter, and I choose to take the first step toward the people around me. I will be part of the roar that is released over this nation with unmovable love in every town, community, city, and state.
I have purposed in my heart “No more fear; Only Love”. Don’t be scared of each other any more. Be extra gentle in your love today. The people of this great land are hurting and raw. We all want to see more Goodness.
It starts with me. It starts with you.