I have something to say.
I have something to say because I love you.
I am living in the South and some of the most insensitive and hateful comments have come from those who call themselves Christians. I cannot for the life of me understand the heartlessness which emanates from men and women when another person rises to voice a grievance or concern.
What I have come to learn from my education of living in the South for the last ten years are the following:
My concerns are not as important as your worship of this nation and its political process.
My concerns are characterized as liberal and progressive while yours are the models of patriotism.
My concerns as a Christian and citizen of this “great” country are trivial while the concerns of a non-believing citizen of Middle Eastern country are matters of national security.
My concerns are based on whining, being thin skinned, sensitive, and spineless.
I take a knee and you complain.
I march quietly and you complain.
I write words and you complain.
But when you do such things, well it’s the height of virtue and righteousness!
My concerns are meaningless because my only education is through the liberal progressive media. So instead of intellectually and gracefully considering my concerns you demonstrate the intellectual and emotional shallowness to have me remain hurt on the Jericho Road.
And you want to be missional.
I have something to say.
Your resistance to my pain only demonstrates the ugliness which remains in your heart. You cut me and many like me off because it does not agree with your view of reality. Your resistance to my pain is curious as you say, “Pray for America,” and “Let’s rally around the Pole.” Maybe you should pray for yourself.
You have something to say, “Simply get over it.”
I’ll get over slavery and I’ll get over blackface. I’ll get over Jim Crow and Segregation. I’ll get over redlining and gentrification. I’ll get over the monkey characterization of President Obama and men like me being called a super-predator.
I’ll get over these issues when you tell a Jewish man or woman to get over the Holocaust.
I’ll get over these issues when you tell 3,000 families to get over September 11, 2001.
I’ll get over these issues when you tell yourself to get over the pain caused in your life by someone else.
I’ll get over these issues when you tell God to get over slaying his own Son on my behalf and yours.
I have something to say but more than likely you will tell me to get over it.
I have something to say, “I’ll love you nonetheless.”