Exploded Dreams

I began my morning this day watching video of Pastor Ingrid walking around the neighborhood where Holy Trinity is located near Lake Street in Minneapolis. Pastor Ingrid is one of the pastors there. Holy Trinity has been serving as a medic station and being God’s hands and feet in this time. As I watched, my heart broke. Years of inequality led to this response. George Floyd should not have been murdered.

Then a few days, after George’s death, a police officer in Grand Forks, ND was killed in the line of duty. Officer Cody Holte was living out his calling when he was shot. Again my heart breaks.

The juxtaposition of these two deaths this week ways incredibly heavy on my heart. A man Cody Holte who was upholding the law and serving out his vocation in life shot while doing so. Another man George Floyd who was simply killed because of the color of his skin.

As the smoke fills the air, I know we must do better. A friend shared some reflection questions this morning that I am sitting with today and for the days to come. Where is their anger coming from? What would it feel like to fear those who are supposed to protect you?

My heart breaks again. Years of injustice laid out before our very eyes. “The violence and destruction that we have experienced the last two nights are symptoms of generations of inequality.” (Pr. Ingrid Rasmussen) Do you hear it? Do you see it? Or are you blind to it?

For far to long, I’ve been blind, but I can no longer be blind to it. Yet I know because of my own white privilege, I’ve failed. I’ve failed at speaking up for my friends with brown and black bodies when they’ve encountered racism. Because of my own white privilege, I have not feared when a police officer has pulled me over. Because of my own white privilege, I’d much rather sit in my own comfort than stand in discomfort speaking up for justice.

No longer, friends! I will speak up when I see racism happening. I will stand in my own discomfort naming the injustices of our world. I will name all the times I’ve let my own white privilege lead to my complacency. I will do all of these things so this doesn’t happen again. I will speak the names of those who can no longer speak their own names: George Floyd, Armaud Arbery, Philando Castile, Breonna Taylor, Trayvon Martin and so many others…because they were killed unjustly.

Today I will also speak the name of Officer Cody Holte who was one of the good cops…who lived his calling passionately…to serve and protect ALL people.

Death swirls all around us. Death will happen as long as their is injustice, evil and hate in our broken sinful world. And because of death, are dreams deferred or do they explode in the words of the Langston Hughes poem “Harlem?”

Harlem By Langston Hughes

What happens to a dream deferred?

      Does it dry up
      like a raisin in the sun?
      Or fester like a sore—
      And then run?
      Does it stink like rotten meat?
      Or crust and sugar over—
      like a syrupy sweet?

      Maybe it just sags
      like a heavy load.

Or does it explode?

As fires blaze, as officers stand to protect the neighborhood, as Holy Trinity reaches out to serve their neighbor, we see that dreams deferred explode. Explode because of injustice and inequality. Explode because of hate and evil. Explode because of sinfulness.

Jesus, give us eyes and ears to see and hear injustice. Jesus, come and bring your peace; the peace that passes all human understanding.

Lord, have mercy.

Christ, have mercy.

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