I lay here in my bed thoughts of Alton Sterling’s death playing in my mind.
Nights like this bring so many questions to mind… Questions that can never be answered… Or truly understood.
I contemplate faith… Grace… And a good God.
I was born a Christian, and endeavor to live as such. I am born again although I question that all the time.
Weary nights, and disheartening events like the repeated killings of young black men cause me to ponder on the notion of a good God.
A good God, and the beliefs that pertain to him were brought to the shores of Africa by the same people who constantly seek to oppress us… And I wonder how they can tell us about a God so pure…so good…so true…yet seek to destroy us… How can this God allow them?
Faith runs ahead of me many times, and leaves me contemplating…
Tonight as I approach the cross roads of pain and hurt… I find myself at the corner of disappointment and disdain… I ask this good God to come to the rescue of the oppressed… The ones who we have been told are also created in His image