I’m Not Less of a Christian…

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I’m not less of a Christian because of what I’m about to say…

In Genesis 1:26, God said, “Let us make manin our image…” but why does it seem mine is marred?

I believe RuNett Nia Ebo got it right, whenshe said, “Lord, Lord, why did you make me black? Why did you make me someone the world wants to hold back?”

And it doesn’t matter how poetically you reverse the facts, it seems a lost cause for my brothers and sisters who are black.

 

No, it doesn’t make me less of a Christian when I say, “I’m tired of praying” when all we do is lay on our knees until they ash then let time shower it away and lotion it again.

No, I’m not less of a Christian when I ask “What are you praying for” because it seems no solution.

And sometimes you have to lose the battle to win the war, but we’ve only won battles because the war is still on. We are still people constantly being held back.

No, it doesn’t make me less of a Christian when I’m tired of praying for a solution when all I can cry out is “Lord, why did you make me black? Why did you make us a people continually held back?”

No, I’m not less of a Christian, but those who are more urge me to remember Job.

Well, today I don’t like Job. What was God’s answer to him: “Where were you when I laid the foundation of the earth?”

Well, God, where were you when THEY were killed? Where were you when THEY lost their son? Where were you when THEY lost their father? Where were you when THEY cried, when THEY PRAYED?

No, God, where were you when THEY beat us? Where were you when THEY slept peacefully at night? Where were you when THEY didn’t understand our pain?

No, I’m not less of a Christian when I remind you Job asked, “Why did I not die at birth?” and God never answered that.

I’m not less of a Christian when I tell you God told Satan the one thing he could not do was take Job’s life, but it seems God did not spare us that same right.

So, I’m not less of a Christian, when today, I don’t like God’s answer because when I ask “Lord, why did you make me black” it gets no answer. No restoration from our prayers or twofold for our loss. When resting in God’s sovereignty brings heartache and tears.

No, I’m not less of a Christian when I say in my heart, I’m not against a war, but I recognize the price Christ Jesus bore, yet still question “What more?”

Friend, I’m not less of a Christian when I disagree with you.

And I’m not less of a Christian when I say I’m hurting.

I’m just a Christian who happens to be black…

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