On the tragedy & survival of Ralph Yarn, and fighting for people before they're hashtags.
“I am hopeful that we can make a habit of pursuing justice before another Black life is cut short.” I want to be hopeful. It keeps getting harder.
"But how might we live if we got to witness death defeated in real time?"
Whoa. Lord, let it be so.
"I am lamenting another action toward Black America. I found this helpful resource today, as I am sorting through what's happening in our country. "
Reference for below: https://cac.org/daily-meditations/a-cry-to-god-2023-04-19/
Lament is the cry of the psalmists of Israel in exile who, feeling abandoned by God, demanded, “Where are you, Lord?” Or the psalmists who were bothered by God’s remarkably bad sense of timing: “Why are you taking so long?” “The poor are being crushed. The wicked are winning. Don’t you see it?” The twin sisters of Psalms are prayers of praise and lament, and they are always walking hand in hand, sometimes singing, sometimes crying.
Lament is not despair. It is not whining. It is not a cry into a void. Lament is a cry directed to God. It is the cry of those who see the truth of the world’s deep wounds and the cost of seeking peace. It is the prayer of those who are deeply disturbed by the way things are. We are enjoined to learn to see and feel what the psalmists see and feel and to join our prayer with theirs. The journey of reconciliation is grounded in the practice of lament.