Faith

In His Shoes

When I was a little girl, Mama, my little sister and I lived in a small two bedroom apartment. My sister and I had twin beds, my bed sat next to the window. As my sister slept, I would ease over to the window and look up into the night sky. I would pray and wonder if Jesus was coming soon. Times were not always easy for us then so I would imagine what it would be like for things to be perfect and what a beautiful moment seeing Jesus is going to be.

Today is just a gorgeous day. It feels like springtime here in Chattanooga. This morning on my walk I should have been enjoying and taking this weather in. The blue skies, sunshine, and nice breeze. I couldn’t seem to focus on the weather or being outdoors. Something felt heavy in the air around me because I have so much weighing on my heart as many of us do right now. My brain was full of all the images I had absorbed over this past weekend. As I fixed breakfast this morning before my walk, I listened to the morning radio show I always listen to. Of course the main topic of conversation was about what is now taking place in our country. It’s been a barrage of things so far this year hasn’t it? The radio host was talking about understanding one another, how we really don’t understand unless we’ve walked in someone else’s shoes. He said that he is a White male who does radio. He doesn’t understand the Black man and the things he has to face, the way he had to grow up, the way he has to make his way through life. He doesn’t understand what the Black man’s life is like, nor does he understand what the police officer goes through. The police officer who everyday places his life on the line, has the frustration of arresting repeat offenders, and witnesses the worst of humanity, things so bad that the public doesn’t need or want to see. So, I have all of these things jumbling in my mind as I take a walk in my own shoes. Just as when I was a little girl I find myself looking into the beautiful sky wondering when Jesus is coming. My brain is tired Jesus, please come on. I’m tired of seeing the hurt, please come on.

This afternoon I  peek at Social Media. I’m seeing a debate taking place, Black Lives Matter vs. Every Life Matters. Pick and choose. I read this,”Yes, every life matters except for those who do this or do that.” All I know is there was a Man named Jesus who gave His life for you and for me. He hung on that cross as a sinless Man between two criminals. As they hung there, one of those criminals came to believe that Jesus was the Son of God. Jesus looked at Him, and with some of His last breaths, forgave the criminal’s sin. Why? Because even though that man had broken the law, was arrested and tried, his life still mattered. His eternal life mattered. The liar, the thief, the murderer, the rapist, every person of every Race and creed, matters. We are all God’s creation and He has this incomprehensible love for we the sinners, we the imperfect. None of us can truly understand perfection. None of us understand how it is to be pure and sinless. None of us understand true sacrifice or forgiveness. None of us understand true love. We try, but the proof is in what is happening to our country, and around the world. We try, but the truth is, none of us are capable of walking in Jesus’ shoes.

Love, M

“To preserve our blessed land we must look to God… It is time to realize that we need God more than He needs us… We also have His promise that we could take to heart with regard to our country, that “If my people, which are called by my name shall humble themselves, and pray and seek my face, and turn from their wicked ways; then I will hear from heaven and will forgive their sin, and will heal their land. 

Let us, young and old, join together, as did the First Continental Congress, in the first step, in humble heartfelt prayer. Let us do so for the love of God and His great goodness, in search of His guidance and the grace of repentance, in seeking His blessings, His peace, and the resting of His kind and holy hands on ourselves, our nation, our friends in the defense of freedom, and all mankind, now and always.

The time has come to turn to God and reassert our trust in Him for the healing of America… Our country is in need of and ready for a spiritual renewal. Today, we utter no prayer more fervently than the ancient prayer for peace on Earth.

If I had a prayer for you today, among those that have all been uttered, it is that one we’re so familiar with: “The Lord bless you and keep you; the Lord make His face to shine upon you and be gracious unto you; the Lord lift up His countenance upon you and give you peace….” And God bless you all.”       —President Ronald Reagan, A Prayer for Healing

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