Unfiltered

Being Called in a Torn Nation

This is me going “off the cuff” with my thoughts.

As I lay here tonight and ponder the events in Dallas, I’m torn. I’m torn for my nation. I’m torn for my people. I’m torn for my children. I’m torn for my family. I’m torn for the families of those who have lost fathers, mothers, brothers, sisters, aunts, uncles, etc. on both sides.

I don’t know what’s next. I sat in an ER tonight with someone I truly love and watched my nation become as divided as it’s been since the 1960s. I held her tight because I don’t know what’s going to happen anymore. I don’t know when the next terrorist attack will happen. I don’t know when a peaceful protest will turn into a riot or scene of a deadly confrontation. I don’t know who to trust because on one side I do see police brutality, but on the other side I see actions that are just going to amp up the tensions. I’m in my early 20s, and I fear the nation that I have to raise a family in.

I fear because the tension and anxiety of waiting for the next terrorist attack, the next riot, the next police brutality video. And I’m sick of it.

I’m sick of fear and anxiety. I’m sick of weeping for my children’s futures. I’m sick of feeling like the walls are closing in on our freedoms, rights, and liberties. Not just black, Asian, Hispanic, or white. Not just Muslim, gay, or atheist. I’m tired of watching all of our liberties be closed in upon.

But, we look to the hills. We remember how Jesus loved the adulterous woman, the woman at the well, the man beside the pool of Bethesda, Blind Bartimaeus, Peter, and Paul. The message of the Cross is so simplistic and yet complex, but here we are… Preaching a Cross that we do not understand because we haven’t nailed ourselves (spiritually) to one lately. There are cries that we’re a Christian nation, but we see riots and abuses by those in authority.

The Cross is simplistic in that we can say it’s because Jesus loved us and died for us to free us. It’s complex because we have to help ourselves and others comprehend that level of love.

It’s that love that washed me clean, but it also gives me peace. Peace to know that God is love. That He loves all kinds of people. He loves the homosexual, the atheist, the gang member, the rich and poor, the lost.

So, as I sit torn tonight and clutching my loved ones, I remember the Cross. Chaos and fear surrounded it. It was a horrible sight to behold, but it was such a masterpiece of love. I remember that in the beginning there was darkness and chaos, but the Word came and gave light and set things in order. So, amid chaos and having my heart torn.. I remember the God who framed the stars also cares about each of us, and He taught us to love. He taught us to endure.

‭‭Matthew‬ ‭24:7-14‬ ‭NKJV “For nation will rise against nation, and kingdom against kingdom. And there will be famines, pestilences, and earthquakes in various places. All these are the beginning of sorrows. “Then they will deliver you up to tribulation and kill you, and you will be hated by all nations for My name’s sake. And then many will be offended, will betray one another, and will hate one another. Then many false prophets will rise up and deceive many. And because lawlessness will abound, the love of many will grow cold. But he who endures to the end shall be saved. And this gospel of the kingdom will be preached in all the world as a witness to all the nations, and then the end will come.”‬‬