Our identity is home, in our name spoken in sweetness, in our belovedness, and in our welcome. The world didn’t give it, and the world can’t take it away.
We must make the choice to return home. We must choose compassion. We must say yes to love. But whether that “yes” happens suddenly or subversively depends on the individual soul on the journey.
Beloved, before we can ever hope to change the world, we have to be open to our own hearts and minds to being changed by the power of the Spirit. Unchanged hearts don’t change worlds. Only hearts that have been set on fire by the Holy Spirit can set the world on fire with the boundless, incandescent love of the Lord Jesus Christ.
It almost seems like we're in this arms race of sorts - popular culture has filled people's schedules with task upon task upon task, and church, desirous of being viable, has followed suit. We've become junkies hooked on the drug of production and doing. To apply a religious lens to it, we have begun serving the gods of "more" instead of hearing the call of a God who creates space to rest and be.
Conscious African Americans are in a constant state of rage against a system whose very foundation was constructed to keep them oppressed and has only recently been retrofitted to allow for some semblance of "liberation."