“Such personal suffering challenges faith, but social suffering which comes from human hate , challenges it even more. White supremacy tears the heart to pieces and turns the heart away from God. The more I believed in God, the harder it became to sustain any faith. White supremacy was so pervasive that everywhere I went, it was there staring me in the face -in the North as well as the South. If God loves black people, why then do we suffer so much? That was my question as a child; that is still my question.”
-James H. Cone, The Cross and the Lynching Tree
There’s not much I want to say in this post; this quote speaks for itself. I want to be quiet enough, so I can let it sink in. As a white person, I’m wanting to pay more attention to how I’ve read the Advent story in a sanitized way. How I’ve been encouraged every Christmas since I can remember how I could respond like Mary, like Joseph, like Elizabeth, like the shepherds, like the wise men. How we haven’t considered deeply that unless we, the white church, are willing to give up our power, we are Herod. We are continuing to harm Christ Himself, in the form of our marginalized brothers and sisters, who are banding together to humbly lead us if we are willing to follow. And likely lose our life as we know it, so we can actually find it.