“Peace I leave with you, My peace I give to you; not as the world gives do I give to you. Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid.” John 14:27
Last night I laid in bed with a heavy heart. I fell asleep with tears in my eyes and praying to God.
By now, many of you have heard about the death of George Floyd. Many of you have seen the video and picture of this man’s face being held down to the ground by an Officer’s knee on top of his neck. Yes, you read that right. A knee, on this man’s neck, on the asphalt.
I am writing this based off of what I have seen. I was not there when this happened. I did not see the full situation from beginning to end. Could there be more to the story? Yes. Could I be wrong in writing this in the first place? Sure. But Mr. Floyd is not the only reason I am writing this. In the past two weeks I have personally seen and read about THREE black lives taken by an Officer.
But for some reason, his death hit me hard. It brought up thoughts that I have honestly never though before.
I have two uncles who are African American. Many of you may have had no idea. But I do, and I love them so very much.
I also want to point out that even if my uncles weren’t a part of my life, I would still care. I would still speak out for what is right regardless because that is what God teaches us. That will always be the right thing to do. Speak up for what is right. This was just something that hit closer to home because of my uncles being part of the black community.
As I saw that picture of George Floyd on the ground, and captions that read “I can’t breathe” or “Please, please, please” I fell apart. Tears flooded my eyes and the only thing I could think at that very moment was “That could have been my uncles.” Do you see why this was a trigger for me? Because knowing that we live in a world where people fear for their lives because of their race or color of their skin DESTROYS ME. I cannot even write this without crying. Every word I type I cry a little harder. I am blinking constantly so I can get my eyes to focus and not be blurred by my tears.
This is real life.
I know that police brutality happens daily. I know that black people are not the only victims. I am not belittling anyone who has died from the act of police brutality or racism. But my sole focus in this article is the black community. Because like I said, “That could have been my uncles.”
It is WRONG. It is EVIL. It is WICKED.
Whether you believe in God or not, I think we can all agree that each of us is human. Each of us have a beating heart and flowing blood in our veins. WE ARE HUMAN.
I had an old friend recently post about her and her husband’s experience when they got pulled over by a cop. She described her husband’s instant reaction of being scared. She had never seen him like that before. She was heartbroken. A man who loves the Lord and had done nothing wrong, began to panic. Not because he was hiding something but simply because he was a black man who just got pulled over by a cop.
This is our world we live in. This is the fear that many people live by because of the history of racism and abuse of authority. This fear was born from evil. This fear is what makes black people more afraid to get killed by the police than someone in the streets.
This is the fear that my uncles have to live with daily.
Oh, how I wish I can take that hatred fill fear away from them and reassure them that they don’t have to worry about something like this happening to them. But the sad and painful truth is, I can’t I can’t promise them they will not get mistreated jut for being black. I cannot promise them that the cop won’t pull them over because of their skin color. I cannot make those promises because I just don’t know anymore.
I hurt because there is nothing I can do for them. There is nothing we can do for our friends and family that may live their life in fear for this very reason.
I know that not all police are this way. I know that it is not just the black people being wrongfully mistreated and dying by the hand of authority. I know that.
I chose to write this because it hit home for me. It struck a nerve in my heart that caused me to cry and hurt and feel pain that I haven’t felt in a long time.
I truly believe that vengeance is the Lord’s. I believe that everyone and anyone who has ever experienced something like this, justice will be served. I do not know when we will see that justice or if we will get to see it at all. But my God has promised He will deal justly, and I believe Him.
“Beloved, do not avenge yourselves, but rather give place to wrath; for it is written, “Vengeance is Mine, I will repay,” says the Lord.” Romans 12:19
I will never know why there are people out there who look at someone and just decided they are less of a person because their skin color. I will never understand why every bad thing happens. But I do understand and accept that there is a bigger picture to it all. I understand that sometimes we will not see that bigger picture until it has happened, and I am okay with that. I believe that bad things happen in order for better things to take place. I believe that sometimes tragic situations like George Floyd’s happen in order for things to be brought to light. I believe that we live in an evil world but good still exists. Even if we don’t see it all the time and even if the news channels don’t want to report it, THERE IS STILL GOOD OUT THERE.
“These things I have spoken to you, that in Me you may have peace. In the world you will have tribulation; but be of good cheer, I have overcome the world.” John 16:33