Stay is a good thing.
We teach our dogs to stay. It keeps them safe.
We ask our friends and family to stay. It gives us joy and comfort.
Even in the world of Covid-19, one of the good things is reconnecting as families because we are staying at home.
But the good stay assumes that where we are at is a good place.
Is it no surprise that we don’t want things to change? We are (mostly) in a good place. A way of life where we work, laugh, worship, and we go without fear or concern beyond trying to squeeze everything in. And squeezing the paycheck out.
You rock my staying power.
When you talk about how hard it is for you, how you fear, how you are oppressed -- you rock my staying power. You are asking me to leave my comfort zone and consider something unpleasant, something menacing, something repulsive.
And for you, I must do that. You deserve to be in a good place too.
I must listen… because I do not understand. I have not experienced these things.
I must change… because I have a plank in my eye. I want to shout, "I am not racist!!" But to say that is running blind. Prejudice is in my house... it is in me. But it disguises itself or happens without protest.
I don’t know where to begin, but… I must start… to remove the planks and let what's underneath bloom…
I must... because God tells me to.
Because “Dear Friends, since God so loved us, we also ought to love one another.” (1 John 4:11)
I must... or my faith is nullified
Whoever claims to love God yet hates a brother or sister is a liar. For whoever does not love their brother and sister, whom they have seen, cannot love God, whom they have not seen. (1 John 4:20)