When I hear the word nigga being usedI feel pain. I feel the pain of those who were beaten and whipped when they were caught trying to learn how to read and write. I feel the pain of those who had a voice, but could not speak, for their tongues would be cut out. I feel the pain for those who had a name, but they had to answer to nigger.I also feel the pain of those who sacrificed their lives for us to call each other nigga.
“But I say to you who hear, love your enemies, do good to those who hate you, bless those who curse you, pray for those who abuse you.”
I could of left this piece as is, but I will always share my whole truth. I have been having a hard time accepting His truth within this scripture, for the world and its racial divide makes it hard for me to gain understanding as it pertains to having love for all, as there are many who choose to hate me, curse me, and abuse me, for I am a Black man.As I continue to study His scriptures I am growing spiritually from within, I am becoming, for the Lord and His words of truth has enlightened me far beyond this world and its unholy racism.
As I head towards the light that the Lord projects I have come to notice the rage that is brewing within the darkness, for it knows that I am leaving it behind. Although there is need to celebrate, there shall be no celebration, for sin does not sleep, sin stalks, waiting for my moment of weakness, my moment of weakness when I turn from the Lords light to see what I am leaving behind…….
When Jesus spoke again to the people, he said, “I am the light of the world. Whoever follows me will never walk in darkness, but will have the light of life.”
Lord I come to You on this night with a pleading heart, for there are many who are drowning in the stormy seas of life, as they have not yet chosen You to be their lifeguard who is always on duty. The disbelief that those “lost at sea” carry within is beginning to weigh them down, for they are slowly sinking towards the abyss. As the strong winds from the sea blow across the shoreline I can hear the cries of those lost, for without Your grace and mercy the rising tides and their tears that fall will soon become one. Lord there was a time when I was “lost at sea” and I thought You did not hear my cries, but You saved me from a cold, dark, and watery grave. Lord there are still many “lost at sea” and I pray that You hear their cries, for those sinking now know that they cannot stay afloat without You in their lives. Lord I also pray that You show the lost ones mercy, and I pray that the rising tides and their tears that fall never become one.
“He stilled the storm to a whisper; the waves of the sea were hushed.”
I will not let the evil and wicked tongues of this world entice me to the point to which I come to question my own belief system. A system that has preserved me through the harshest of times, so I shall not conform, flee, or surrender, I shall fight!
Put on the full armor of God, so that you can take your stand against the devil’s schemes.
My eyes are wide open and I cannot fall to sleep, for my thoughts at 3am are trapped and isolated, imprisoned within the confines of my psyche. My thoughts, all alone, and afraid of what comes next. As I lay deep in thought my heart races, for this day will soon be upon me……
“Peace I leave with you; my peace I give you. I do not give to you as the world gives. Do not let your heart be troubled and do not be afraid.”