Stop the noise and beat back the fear

I've been trying to figure out what to say on social media...Here it goes- My heart breaks for all the people who've lost those they love in this strife. The cycle is maddening, and the silence over it by too many people who should know better is the biggest clue that this will not end anytime soon. When people don't reach across these stupid dividing lines to talk to each other about things that matter, the cycle continues. When we go on with our lives as if this is "their" problem, the cycle continues. Politics will never change this. Opinions will never change this. It's a heart thing, and it's a me thing and it's a you thing. We can point fingers all day long, but the truth is that we must stop talking ABOUT the losses (there will be more) and start talking TO each other to get to know one another and make a change one relationship at a time. If you aren't willing to do that- to seek out cross cultural discussion, then, please, stop talking. It's just noise. This country can't handle anymore noise.

How am I doing in all of this? I am sad-mad over the necessity of yet another "are you aware of what's happened this time" conversation with my boys that leads to "just in case you forgot, this (I explain what "this" is) is how you must carry yourselves because your skin looks more like mine than your dad's". It brings me to tears that even though they are both super smart and talented and funny and loving, they still have to be aware of their "Blackness" because they have the social misfortune of having a Black mom. (By misfortune, I only mean that having darker brown skin is still a hindrance at times. If I was White, this conversation may not have even been a reality in my home. You know?) If they ever find themselves in a hashtag situation, it won't matter that they love Jesus or that their maternal great grandmother was smart as a whip or that their uncles are some of the coolest people I know or that my dad was a hard working man and a cowboy on the side or that my mom is an award winning educator. And, it definitely won't matter that their dad is White. Rich, poor, educated, uneducated, well behaved, trouble maker, North, South, East, West. It won't matter.

The one solace I find in all of this is that I know the One who is putting things to right, and I know that part of how Jesus is putting things to right is through people like you and me NOW, reaching out to each other and caring for each other because we are HUMAN.

Stop the noise and start beating back the fear with real discussions over coffee or a meal or a walk or a gift or whatever you can think of. Anything less than that is noise.

 

Wonder full, even now,

Mystele