This week’s post falls between the Republican National Convention that occurred last week and the Democratic National Convention scheduled for next week. This post also falls at the conclusion of a summer class during which I became privy to the cares and concerns of the 20-somethings in our country.
I get to ride the waves of societal issues through my students, which is a good thing. Each semester the topics of conversation change. I get to hear them express their thoughts. This summer’s hot issues (no pun intended) were:
- Police brutality. It is hard to be an African American in America right now.
- An inadequate voting system. Our vote doesn’t matter. The government is just a big machine. We have no voice.
- Immigration concerns. I arrived with my parents as a toddler. Now I am in college and face laws and attitudes that threaten my future.
- Economy. We are getting these degrees, accumulating debt, then may not even get a job.
- ISIS. My Muslim friends say Islam is peaceful. Why ISIS, then? Curious. Want to understand.
The hopelessness this semester was as palatable and oppressive as the late-July sun.
My heart was more moved than usual. Maybe because we are in a presidential election year. Maybe because emotions are more raw than usual as media reports are unrelenting and visual. Maybe because I stood in front of real people with uncertain eyes and pleading voices just a few days ago.
Whatever the reason, my heart is physically pained.
One of the photos I saw this week was taken in 1961, the year I was born. Fire hoses were aimed at my beautiful African American brothers and sisters. I had to ask that the PowerPoint photo be taken down because it hung up there just a bit too long and I couldn’t bear to look at it any longer.
1961. The year I was born.
This happened so recently. Are you kidding me?
We need healing.
- We need a healing government can’t provide.
- We need a healing a new president can’t provide.
Only God can heal hearts.
We need revival.
Would you pray with me this week? “Lord, bring revival!”
Pictures: So this is what I looked like celebrating 55. As much as I appreciated the opportunity to blow out a candle and receive gifts, what I want more is the breath of God to heal my land and the gift of revival. He is the only one who can do it.
My friend Jewl has experienced a revival and just finished a two part podcast that is very well done, published on longstoryshortpodcast.com. If you want to learn more about revival, these are worth a listen.
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