Fight For All You're Worth

Take A Knee

I don't like to rant. I don't like the way I act when I am angry, since then I am wont to scar people with my words. But I feel silence is swiftly becoming inexcusable. So I'll try to be civil for the duration of this post.

I am furious with the way people are being treated. I thought we would have moved beyond bigotry and racism by this point in history - after all, we have thousands of years of tragedy to learn from. So why aren't we learning?

I, as I imagine many of us do, tend to try to ignore my problems in the hopes that they'll go away. I admit this is a terrible habit, and has caused me just as much grief as I had predicted - and yet I still do it. I get it. It's hard to break the habit. We've been repeating history and will continue to repeat it while we are still God's broken people. But we must continue to make every effort in the world to open our eyes as well as the eyes of others. It's hard to open our eyes when the world is so broken; but ever we must try.

I've heard stories. Ugly, horrifying, gut-wrenching stories. Have you ever been told your life doesn't matter, simply because of your skin tone? What a disgusting idea! Yet, a sizeable portion of Americans still talk this way. Yes, Americans. Beautiful, perfect America, the home of the free, where you can come to live in tolerance and love.

And when these amazing people, who have been discriminated against all their life, who have been bullied and beaten up and bludgeoned and imprisoned and tazed and raped and killed, when these people in an act of profound bravery and love decide to stand up for themselves and their fellow sufferers -

Then beautiful, profound, free, loving America calls them immature, childish troublemakers.

Maybe it's wrong, but I HATE that with such a passion as with which I have never hated before. The Bible tells you to love even your enemies, but I am broken and I find no love in my heart for the people who tell these brave, strong men to stop acting like children. Is it childish, then, to stand up for one's right to live without being in fear of one's life? Is it childish, to protest the horrendously brutal and unjust police officers who murder black people - and get away with it? How could you POSSIBLY scorn these people when they have endured more than you could have ever imagined?

My friends, this needs to change. Never again do I want to hear a story of police brutality. Never again do I want to wake up and find the KKK has taken another life. My heart burns for you. For all of you. All the hurting, all the broken, all the minorities and rebels and brave, brave souls.

Trust in God. Take a knee. Fight back - I know it's hard - but it'll all be worth it in the end. And never, ever let anyone tell you, "black lives don't matter."