Letter 6 : Dear God

Dear God,

My heart is breaking for your people.

This nation, no, this world is filled with so much hatred and not enough love.

See, there are people living lavish live

8 cars stuffed inside garages to homes with people that binge on surplus.

Some say they worked hard for everything they have while others were fed on silver spoons and hand crafted platters from the hard work their parents laid before them.

Yet

There are still people laying on concrete eating sleep for dinner,

using torn rags to clean themselves from the filth of the streets.

No amount of public bathroom soap can wash away the stench of the way the cards caved.

Kids are being kept at concentration camps on the borders of what they thought would be the

land of the free

and the

home of the brave.

Having their life-force choked out by the scent of feces and urine.

No beds to rest their precious heads.

No brushes to clean their teeth.

No parents to comfort them, just the hands of other hurting babies.

Babies being forced to care of other babies.

People proclaiming pro-life. When all they do is kill them once they are alive.

They kill them on battlefields in foreign countries, they kill them by unjustly shoving them behind the crooked bars of a cell, they kill them for carrying a pack of skittles. Saying they feel threatened. By the melanin sinking deep into the skin of your creation. And the sad thing is they know it. They know their malicious intent.

They reject people that don’t live up to their standards of serpentine civil and have the audacity to call them savages. But I digress. They cock back their pistols and aim them at my brothers and say our ancestors caused this mess. And praise theirs like they are some kind of king. When really, we’ve let the phone ring ring ring until it went to the answering machine becoming disconnected with the King of Kings.

Have we forgotten that this nation was built up on hate. Hate dressed up as colonial heritage. Buttoned down in what they called Manifest Destiny. Which looked a lot like one people wiping out an entire group of other people, taking their land, and saying they discovered soil that had already been seasoned with blood sweat and tears.

Ripping others away from their mother land, stuffing them on the bottom of ships like sardines on the bottom of the can and then have the nerve to treat them like they are worthless. Yet it was their hands that paved the way for this nation. Carrying this betraying hate filled habitation full of plantations on their back. Cotton-stuffing. I mean cotton-ginning money into the pockets of their “Massas”. While they had to survive off of less than minimum wage. Until living paycheck to paycheck was ingrained in their DNA. They scream “go back to your country” You mean the one you snatched us from? Nah now this is our home. And we’re getting our stay Paid in Full.

People have the nerve to say let's make America great again when it was never really great to begin with.

“The change I want to see, must first begin in me."

So, God help me to help this broken nation. We are a nation drowning in oceans of blood from the weapons we created.

If you couldn’t tell. I’m fed up. Tired of this hatred. Full of love, just trying to open closed eyes with the truth of life suffocating observations I’ve made of this nation. We are not really all that great with all this hate.

But

I believe in God that brings just for the unjust. Who speaks up for the voiceless. Who’s open arms welcomes home the fatherless. He loves on those who don’t know how to love themselves. He loves on those the Pharisees and Sadducees despised. He can perform miracles and can cure the incurable. He eats at tables with tax collectors, drinks water provided by prostitutes. He exemplifies the very epitome of a true lover.

He sacrifices his peace by being hung for me so that I can see what it truly means to be loved. I’m afraid this country will lose touch of the God I speak of, but the good thing is he is not a peace out type of God. He doesn’t leave in this midst of this chaos because he’s a God of order. He speaks up against injustice and doesn’t just keep his mouth closed. He leans in and reminds us of him. His promises and his inheritance are yes and amen.

He calls us his sons and daughters and says no amount of self breathed hate or sin-filled click bait can separate us from his love. He doesn’t turn away from the depressed.

He encourages the hopeless and inspires the unmotivated.

Because I believe in Him, I can then believe in us.

Yes America we have a lot to fix. But let’s fail forward, pressing towards the mark. No longer trying to live in the past. We weren’t great to begin with, but there’s no doubt in my mind that we can’t achieve it. Let’s work as a team. We are a family. A melting pot of colors and wonders from all over.

So let’s make a difference. Let’s make a change. The kind we can believe in. Because it is the kind we need.

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