Wednesday, November 5, 2008


I still have yet to bring myself to the point where I can put to words my feelings about what America witnessed last night. I mean, prior to last night, I shared the lament of the prophet Habakkuk...where he cried out to the Lord:How long, O LORD, must I call for help, but you do not listen? Or cry out to you, "Violence!" but you do not save? Why do you make me look at injustice? Why do you tolerate wrong? Destruction and violence are before me; there is strife, and conflict abounds. Therefore the law is paralyzed,and justice never prevails. The wicked hem in the righteous,so that justice is perverted.

But last nights Kairos Moment, which manifested itself in the form of a black man becomming President of these "yet to be united" states of America caused me to believe all the more, and cling ever more fervently to the Lord's answer to Habakkuk which said, "Look at the nations and watch— and be utterly amazed. For I am going to do something in your days that you would not believe, even if you were told."

WOW! I mean, this is why I love God SOOO much.

I still share in Habakkuk's lament concerning the conditions under which his people suffered, and still under which some of our people suffer, at the hand of injustice...but after last night, all I could do was sit and theologically reflect on the paradoxical nature of God, in that who God 'IS' may very well to some seem contradictory or absurd but in reality expresses a possible truth (HOPE) and two, the paradoxical works of God, where in what one thinks is meant to hurt and harm, actually has the ability to benefit and bless. (YES WE CAN - in spite of!!)

OMG - If my tears could talk........but for now, I'll just hum the words written by James Weldon Johnson in the Black National Anthem...

Lift ev'ry voice and sing,
Till earth and heaven ring.
Ring with the harmonies of Liberty;
Let our rejoicing rise,
High as the list'ning skies,
Let it resound loud as the rolling sea.
Sing a song full of the faith that the dark past has taught us,
Sing a song full of the hope that the present has brought us;
Facing the rising sun of our new day begun,
Let us march on till victory is won.

Stony the road we trod,
Bitter the chast'ning rod,
Felt in the days when hope unborn had died;
Yet with a steady beat,
Have not our weary feet,
Come to the place for which our fathers sighed?
We have come over a way that with tears has been watered,
We have come, treading our path through the blood of the slaughtered,
Out from the gloomy past,
Till now we stand at last
Where the white gleam of our bright star is cast.

God of our weary years,
God of our silent tears,
Thou who has brought us thus far on the way;
Thou who has by Thy might,
Led us into the light,
Keep us forever in the path, we pray.
Lest our feet stray from the places, our God, where we met Thee,
Lest our hearts, drunk with the wine of the world, we forget Thee,
Shadowed beneath thy hand,
May we forever stand,
True to our God,
True to our native land.

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