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My Poetic Black History Confession

Lord, I confess…Black History Month for me brings a sting. It’s my thoughts and my emotional swing! So, I choose to focus on February as the “month of love.” You know, from a spiritual perspective of how you came to earth from above.

My issue? Well to tell the truth… my thoughts are not noble or praiseworthy; they be racing too fast when I recall the brutality and darkness of the past. And what really angers me the most, is how the perpetrators of such wicked acts have the audacity to boast—Christians, who felt justified by their violence and hate, as if skin color makes one great!

Not so! I know from the start, it’s always a desperately deceitful heart.

Yes, Lord, I’m grateful; I’m amazed at the courage of my people to stay in the fight for freedom and endure the race as they stared death in the face. It had to be Your strength, mercy and grace.

Despite their horror, they must have foreseen a brighter tomorrow that wouldn’t let them wallow in self-pity and sorrow.

Still, Lord, I must confess, I be a mess—even seeing films meant to educate, it’s hard to relate! It triggers something within that makes me examine my stand, specifically your command—Love your enemies, you say, pray for those who persecute you that you may be children of your Father in heaven. He causes His sun to rise on the evil and the good and sends rain on the just and the unjust. With that said, I confess, I need Your help—send rain that I may be transformed, trusting Jesus, the Lamb that was scorned; sacrificed for all men for the remission of sin.

Yes, Lord; I get it! It’s not just about a month of love, but a life of love. It’s about a new heart filled with love—the kind You give from above. The kind that gives reason to celebrate rather than hate. The kind that may cause disgrace but gives a reason to stay in the race. I confess, regardless of what I see or how I feel, I will focus on the faith of my people, their courage and strength to stand still, trusting Your will. Yes, I celebrate the greatness of my people. Thank you, Lord for by the sufficiency of Your grace, we will overcome if on Your path we stay and not stray. And from the words of James Weldon Johnson… I confess:

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, I pray.

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