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Humanity in the Mourning

The fear, the anger, the lust, lure and abuse of power, the thirst and hunger for violence, the socialism, classism, the racism and humanism doesn't just fester in "foreign countries" or in science fiction movies, but in our safe places, gated communities, places of worship, strong holds, even in the Land of the Free and the Home of the Brave. I have to do more than hashtag my anger or cut and paste a famous quote or Scripture out of context.  I have to be more than a nice guy in a mean world. I honestly have no fast acting pain reliever for these open wounds. All I have is a soul that is tired, so to my Heavenly Father I surrender. I surrender my personal, my parental fear, my comfort zone, my pride, my biases, my lust, my social anxiety every time I'm in a place where my race is out numbered and even when I'm in places where my race is the majority, and yes I surrender even my own selfish desire to live in a world that I can rule and control. I surrender all. But one thing I will not surrender to is the Enemy that starts the fire of hatred in our hearts and applauds when we have burned down our own homes. No. I choose to declare victory in Jesus' Name over him. So, to you the reader of this essay, I ask for forgiveness in advance for the times when my own sin nature trespasses in your perfectly cut yard. I will fail you. I will you disappoint you. And in return, I offer you my grace when you crush me, accuse me or attempt to take from me that which is not yours to posses. Regardless of where you are with God or not, I hope we all can agree that if we don't choose to celebrate life, death will congratulate us all.

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