Today, I left my house at 9:45 a.m. to run some errands. The sun was out; shining so bright. I felt good and relaxed. We had been getting a lot of rain in the earlier part of the fall, and any day that looks like this is welcomed with open arms.
I like to take walks on days like this. It relaxes me. As I head to my destination, consciously, many thoughts emanate through my mind. I do my best thinking when I’m moving a lot. The thought that ran across my mental billboard related to the San Bernardino massacre and all of the events that have impacted our attention over the course of this year.
From the killings of Freddy Grey, Sandra Bland, Texas Pool Party incident, Charleston Massacre, Sam DaBose, police videos indicting cops, terrorists shootings, et al. 2015 has been a violent and bloody year–as I predicted it would just last year.
But I ask: why? Why are all of these things happening? Is there a deeper message?
Is God unmasking our country and forcing us to deal with a lot of issues that we refuse to reconcile?
I believe in Divine Intervention and also revelation. It’s time for our people to WAKE UP and take our leadership back and show people and things that have contaminated our community, the EXIT door. We lost our way. God is trying to lead us back to him. I pray for 2016 to show greatness returning back to our people. Too much decay and indifference has allowed things in our lives and communties that aren’t edifying us. We now must take responsibility and get rid of this bacteria in order to restore dignity and honor to the people.
We are Black people living in a country that our ancestors were forced to live in. Their reality created our history here; and their struggle paid the price for all of our lives. How dare anyone tell me that my life doesn’t matter. The blood of my people was shed on American soil, bonding the rights for us to claim America as our land. We owe nothing to anyone.
From the Revolutionary War to Civil Rights, our people have been there. We fought for a country that didn’t even see us as human. But we felt a strong pride and willingness to represent, not for just America but to honor the purpose of our existence. God’s power was in us–his spirit carried us through as dark spiritual forces raged against us.
We were not broken. Our backs remained straight. We were not cowards.
But the Black community I see today seems broken, lost, without purpose, and confused as how to respond to the cognitive dissonance of White America.
This is the challenge to Black America today. We must remember who are ancestors were, yes, but we also have a duty to find our purpose for this generation–at this time.
Sometimes, I think we’ve lost our way, but as I walk, in my heart, I know, we shall rise.