A text message from a girlfriend this weekend:
I’m so heavy today. I didn’t sleep. All I could think about were the people being turned away.
I imagine you’re heavy today, too. I imagine you’re doing your best to decipher the news. I imagine you’re doing your best to put on a happy face at your kid’s basketball game, at the company fundraiser, in the church pew.
I imagine you’re doing your best, is all.
And yet, know this:
We have seen injustice before, and we will see it again. This is not new. This is not unprecedented.
This is precisely what we came for.
From Pharaoh’s unlawful ruling was born a most quiet rising: a papyrus-wrapped baby hidden by his parents, sent down the Nile, soon discovered by a princess. A baby destined to bring justice.
From Herod’s unlawful ruling was born a most quiet rising: a straw-cloaked baby hidden by his parents, sent to a manger, soon discovered to be a prince. A baby destined to bring peace.
For every unlawful ruling since is born a most quiet rising: Us.
Beauty is born in, out, of and from injustice.
Let us be the beauty.
This is what we came for.
If you feel heavy, if you are not sleeping, if all you can think about are the people being turned away and you are fraught with worry, despair, grief over our leader’s actions, have hope.
This is what He came for.
May we be the beauty.
May we be the love.
May He be the hope.