God, I never realized that historic events aren’t really one thing. Instead they are the combination of humanity’s foibles boiling over to the point of historicity.
I didn’t even know historicity was a real word until today.
And what will bubble up next? Australian Fires, Hurricanes, Derechos, Post Offices. Lord I’m only human, how can I process all this? Or maybe I can’t.
Did racism cause the Black Lives Matter marches and sometime riots? What ingredients meshed exactly right to finally give people the exact things they needed to get out and protest: racism, yes, but also poverty and pandemics, boredom and bereavement, time and trouble.
These sort of things come from the perfect balance, so that the risk you are taking is the best risk possible.
God, I’ve been thinking a lot about risk. Of Hagar the enslaved who risked raising her son in the desert, about Joseph the imprisoned who risked interpreting dreams of his cellmates, of Rahab of Canaan who defied expectations to help Joshua.
What is the perfect risk for us as Christians right now? As we look at this particularly moment in history, how do we decided how to risk, and who to risk, and why?
And how do we risk for ourselves and our community, and yet still practice grace towards all the rest of humanity–who are having to make the same decisions in different circumstances.
Truly we are all weathering the same storm: but in different boats, with different tools and different gifts.
Really God, is now the time to discern gifts? I mean, really and truly God, I want you to know that now is a truly risky time to discern our gifts.
Remind us, it’s worth the time.
Black Lives Matter
Remind us, We are worth the time.
Remind us, You are worth the time.
God of the poor, the sick and the marginal.
And teach us how to risk in this historic moment, in the best, kindest most gracious way we can.
I pray this with all those who are risking right now. Help me stand with them I pray.
Permission to Use or Adapt with Credit to Pastor Katy Stenta
2 thoughts on “I’m Tired of Being Part of a Major Historical Event”
When I was young and gobbling up historical fiction like it was candy or bread or something, I remember having the thought, “Wow! Just amazing! What would it be like to live through something that makes the history books?” Now I look back on that young thought of mine and think, “What would I give to just simply BE again?”