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Try walking a mile in your brother's shoes



Psalm 50:6 (NLT) Then let the heavens proclaim his justice, for God himself will be the judge. Interlude.

The long, hot days of August come to a close as I reflect on the grief and terror experienced around the world and in America by innocent people. Somehow, this month can’t be all about me and my personal world because God opened my eyes and heart to the hatred and evil of humankind.
Terrorism against any group, anywhere in the world, is evil whether it’s political or is conducted by organizations that are supposed to protect the citizens of America. We saw images of an innocent journalist, women and children harmed across the world. We saw how racism reared its ugly head in our own back yard with the killing of a young black man. I came of age in the era of desegregation and it feels like we've lost ground.
I’m particularly appalled at the ignorance of some Christians who are hypocrites when it comes to loving your brother as yourself. These hypocrites do not understand what minorities in America deal with. They incite hate in their congregations and circle of people who look like themselves. More than likely, they have no friends of other races, economic status, etc. You can bet their circles and churches only include people of the same race. Of course, they invite “token” minorities to join them for the sake of reputation.  In fact, they probably feel like they do their share when they go on cushy mission trips across the world to “help those less fortunate.” Or they send donations to “feed the children” so they feel better about themselves. They might also volunteer to feed the homeless or sponsor a “needy” family at Christmas. That’s called HYPOCRITE!
There. August has been a long, hot month and so many people are suffering. We can’t just be quiet and go on with our own cushy lives.  

Injustice has reawakened the activist in me.  
Matthew 5:7  Blessed are the merciful—they will be shown mercy.

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