Yesterday I saw God.
I saw him in the disenfranchised.
I saw him in my black brothers.
I saw him in my gay friends.
I saw him in my Muslim neighbors.
Yesterday I saw God.
I saw him in the president elect.
I saw him in the voters spewing hate from both sides.
I saw him in the immigrant children that feared for their safety.
I saw him in me.
I saw God in the believer and the skeptic.
The hopeful and the rejected.
I’ve seen God in the drug addicted. The abused. The prostitute. The rich and the poor.
I’ve seen God in the oppressed. The privileged. The light and the dark.
I’ve wept with God. I’ve cheered with God. I’ve danced with God. I’ve yelled at God. I’ve questioned God. I’ve fed God and I’ve been fed by God.
I’ve learned not to limit where God can show up. Where God can prove my ego wrong. Where my pride can be cast down.
You know what’s interesting? In Scripture, Jesus hung out with sinners… like he had a choice. Where were the blameless? Jesus hung out with us (humanity)… all of us. Our pride tends to find the sins that we want to burn at the stake and use those as the benchmark for sinners. Jesus trashed the benchmark. Not only did he spend time with the thieves and prostitutes, which we romanticize a flaunt because only Jesus would be humble enough to effortlessly spend time with “those people”. He also spent time with the tax collectors…. Think of the disdain that we have for modern day corporate lobbyists. I’m going to venture to think that Jesus would spend time with the conservatives and the liberals, the republican senator and the socialist community organizer.
The past few days have been trying on my spirit, as I have witnessed brothers and sister disregard conversation and resort to social media bull horns. I’ve watched my black brothers be furious with results and spew hate. I’ve watched my rural white brothers say some of the most ignorant things towards my black brothers. But I haven’t once seen one of them say to the other one, “Let’s grab lunch and talk.”
I’ve seen the fear and I understand it. I’ve seen the anger and I get it. I’ve seen the frustrations and boy do I get it. These things have been on both sides for longer than acceptable.
My heart craves justice. But what is justice? What does justice look like? Some are rejoicing because the thought Trump was justice. Others are mourning because they felt that Clinton was justice. But neither of those are justice. Justice is looking at you brother or sister and recognizing them as that. You want to receive justice? Start by administering it. Start by looking your brother and sister in the eye and offering it. Offering them the justice they crave, regardless of their position.
When I consider what justice ought to look like I only have one place to look, The cross. The justice that I’ve come to know whispers “Forgive them for they know not what they do.” The justice that I know is called grace. Where the undeserving receive, the first become the last and our concept of justice is left laying dead in the dirt.
We get caught up in pursuing what we see as right that we neglect to consider that we are just being assholes to each other. Today, don’t be an asshole… be family.
Then God said, “Let us make mankind in our image, in our likeness, so that they may rule over the fish in the sea and the birds in the sky, over the livestock and all the wild animals, and over all the creatures that move along the ground.”
So God created mankind in his own image, in the image of God he created them; male and female he created them.