I was driving passed the abandoned Chevy Cruz plant one morning, thinking about hope…. and I began to cry.
“She takes the night shift on Fridays, to make up for the work she missed.
For basketball and tumble class and spelling bees. To make three happy kids...
She weighs the cost and makes the choice. It is the chicken or the rent …
One day there won’t be a this or a that.
Poor people rising up, we’re fighting back.
Mama don’t you worry because this tide is turning.
Pretty soon, we’re gonna get the chicken and the rent.”
(Original lyrics by Paisha Thomas)
Some people might be racist, but it isn’t a problem anymore, is it? Our schools are segregated, our neighborhoods are segregated. Imagine two people walk into a county social services department for emergency assistance. One gets the services he needs and the other is rejected. One is white and one is black - despite having the same crisis. This isn’t a story from the 1960s in Mississippi, but from Ohio in 2019.
If you around kids, you know what the advent vibration is… Kids literally are vibrating with excitement in preparation for Christmas. But everyone should be so moved by God’s love that we are propelled to the same level of excitement in our work to do justice, love mercy and walk humbly with our God.
In our very busy and full lives, it can be easy to get consumed with our own problems. I can recall a time when I lived in a world which I tried to believe was post-racial. A world in which I had actually achieved the impossible task of pulling myself up by my own boot straps. I had found a way to gain the education I needed that helped me to get a job with the State of Ohio, thereby ending my ten year reliance on government aid to help me to provide for my children.