I am still in the midst of lament over the jury decision last Friday. The officer who killed Philando Castile was acquitted. There is a sense of mourning, of lament, in our community and it needs to be felt.
What will happen now is a return to our ideological trenches and the lobbing of legal and philosophical grenades at one another?
Especially in the American Church. We will wrestle with the notion of, “Well, that’s the law.” We will rant against the law.
The question I have in my own mind is how do I work to be a prophetic voice. There is work to do after the lament. Work that I would think the Church could agree on… but won’t. So, in light of that… how do I work to be a prophetic voice?
And this is the scary thought to me: “How do I do that even if it’s just me?”
How do I find those places where I can work with legislators to form better law? How do I find avenues of conversation where I can connect law enforcement that works (and I live in a city where it DOES work) with places where it doesn’t work?
How do I keep an intensity for the marginalized going, especially if that momentum seems to fade all around me?
I know there are others who feel this rage. I know there are others who are driven by their faith in Christ to do something.
Where do I find that prophetic voice in my own life? How do I keep that flame moving?
Woe to those who are at ease in Zion
and to those who feel secure on the hill of Samaria—
the notable people in this first of the nations,
those the house of Israel comes to. (Amos 6:1)