The first time it was reported that our friends were being butchered
there was a cry of horror. Then a hundred were butchered.
But when a thousand were butchered and there was no end to the butchery,
a blanket of silence spread.
When evil-doing comes like falling rain, nobody calls out "stop!"
When crimes begin to pile up they become invisible.
When sufferings become unendurable the cries are no longer heard.
The cries, too, fall like rain in summer.
- Bertolt Brecht, Selected Poems
The Christian must be dedicated to loving all men including their enemies. A currency built on love, mercy, and forgiveness cannot be wrong. A state policy built upon peace cannot be wrong. An attitude of acceptance, of worthiness, of embracing whatever color or tribe or nationality cannot be wrong. Let us not wait for Jesus to come but for Jesus to become in our lives, communities, and state policies using whatever degraded political-economic-social system we live in to God's cruciformed glory. Let the black rain become our summer's mourning dews.
July 17, 2016
"If It's Sunday I'm Preaching Peace!"