So much has happened in my little secluded corner of this world. So very much. With the virus and the rioting . . . well, it’s pretty much crazy, isn’t it? We, as Christians, are told over and over in Scripture that this world is not our home. That we are strangers and pilgrims in this world, and we are merely passing through.
Mom keeps reminding us that we are living today in tomorrow’s history. The times we are going through now — the economic depression, the rioting, the virus, the grocery shortages, the face masks — all of this will be what our great grandchildren ask us to tell them about, like we ask our grandparents to tell us stories of them growing up.
These are tumultuous times. I’m not going to comment on the events leading up to all these riots ((you can read a response I wrote to the issue of removing historical statues HERE, and my opinion hasn’t changed)), but I will say that I disagree with *most* of the rhetoric I’m reading.
Anyways . . . in the midst of all this confusion and chaos, life goes on. While I didn’t think that much of this would affect me in my little bitty small town, it has. I mean, we live out — and I’m talking waaaay out — in the country. The nearest WalMart is about 25ish minutes away in any direction. The nearest hospital is about 40 minutes away, when there’s no traffic. And just because it’s *nearest* doesn’t mean its the *bestest*. It’s the hospital you go to when you have absolutely no other alternative. But I digress. The point is, we live way out in the country, and we are surrounded by those good ol’ rednecks — and I use that term endearingly. Those people who go hunting and talk with an accent and drive beat up old trucks covered with mud. The ones who roll their windows down and holler out of ’em to greet each other or to make a point. The ones who come up with comical solutions to life’s problems that I never woulda thought of. Whether they work or not, there’s generally a good laugh involved.
Needless to say, COVID didn’t make a huge impact here. It did, in a way, because the stores were out of essential items, and we all had to drive to bigger cities. It didn’t, because ain’t no one got time for face masks when there’s pristine country air to breathe. Our small town, local-yocal stores were mostly able to keep up with the supply and demand of most items. Paper products were gone for about a week, but now the shelves are fully stocked and it’s back to business as usual.
I figured it would be the same with all the rioting, too. I mean, we live in a town where there’s only one officer on duty at night. There isn’t much need for more than that — if there’s an issue, we the people can take care of it. Even an older widow woman can just call up a neighbor, or, as I heard tell of one sweet friend, shoot out the back door. And yes, she checked in the morning and had killed a raccoon. Or maybe a ‘possum. But either way, out here, we know how to take care of ourselves. And no one hesitates to deal out consequences when it comes to a lack of self government.
But the other night, police cars were creating a flashing trail in front of our home. We counted 20ish before we called our neighbor, who has a great nephew who’s a police officer, and asked what was going on.
Apparently, the rioting had come to town.
They had to call in back up from every surrounding city.
And an officer died that night. Shot, in cold blood, upon arriving at the scene he was responding to.
To be warned that the protestors are going door-to-door, damaging property and threatening lives, in an attempt to tear down a statue of the War Between the States, is pure craziness. And I don’t know of ya’ll’s personal views of self defense — but I know that I was extremely thankful watching Dad make preparations should the worst happen.
I will say, I’ve never seen so many police cars as were surrounding that hotel. I didn’t know we had an armoured vehicle. And I’m still wondering what the purpose of it is, exactly. Kinda like the snow plow the city truck was brandishing around the last time it snowed, about three years ago now. That seldom used item is one I’ve only seen once in all my twenty-plus years.
But I do know that what is happening right now is a travesty. The Bible very clearly says that the wages of sin is death — and if that means a literal death, by a person who was very clearly disobeying the law — both the law of God and the law of the civil magistrate — then so be it.
The fear I’m seeing in people as they scurry around is terrible. Yes, I saw it with this virus, but the whole atmosphere of almost anywhere with people is one of utter terror. Or it’s extremely, disgustingly prideful. We have a curfew now — no one is supposed to be out after dark — and the destruction I’ve seen pictures of, of places I am familiar with, is sad.
The utter disrespect people are showing is disgusting. Guys, this is not some third world country. We don’t live under a dictatorship that tells us each move, and leaves us wondering how to act. We KNOW how to govern ourselves. We know how to control ourselves, and whatever it is that you’re thinking, we probably don’t care to hear it. You don’t have to share it — especially if it’s just downright mean.
We have Americans — ’cause that’s what we all are, regardless of skin colour, folks — who are setting out to purposefully injure other people. They are endangering their livelihood, and they are threatening their lives. Those that we should respect — the police — are being forced to be diplomatic instead of forceful, hoping that by being “nice” that they can quell the rising tide of animosity. And there are some who are being utterly disrespectful to them. There are those who are setting out to make people frustrated with them.
The answer to this isn’t a “woke” church.
It’s not the gospel of Social Justice.
It’s not apologizing for being white.
It’s not even taking matters into our own hands and administering our own form of justice, whatever that may be.
No, the answer to this problem is much simpler, yet takes much more humility.
See, the problem is a sin problem. Not a racist problem, and not a “white privilege” problem. A sin problem. Yes, that hated three letter word. S.I.N. The only answer to that problem is admitting that we are, indeed, sinners, and that we do, desperately, need a Saviour.
And yes, I know that many of the people involved are claiming to be Christians. I know that many Christians have different opinions on this. But I think that Christ isn’t divided on this issue.
There are only two factions when it comes to biblical doctrine. Only two. the Bible explicitly states that there is neither Jew nor Greek, nor bond nor free, there is neither male and female: but ye are all one in Christ Jesus. And if ye be Christ’s, then ye are Abraham’s seed, and heirs according to the promise. (Gal. 3:28 – 29)The two factions are merely the saved and the unsaved. The believer and the unbeliever. The righteous and the unrighteous. There is no “black” and “white” mentioned in Scripture. Neither is “woke” or “unwoke”. Or privileged” and “unprivileged”.
And I would exhort each of you to study out what the Bible says about these issues.
Does God address racial division? Yes.
Does Scripture mention justice? Oh yes.
Does the Bible talk about the destruction of others’ property? Oh, but yes.
And you better study it out before you join a “side”. ‘Cause I’ll be the first to tell you — red or yellow, black or white, if you are doing something good, something to further the Kingdom of God, I’ll join you.
Do I think that black lives matter? Yes. And I think that white lives matter. And the lives of policemen. And the life of a father, who was senselessly killed, just because he was a white policeman. I think the lives of babies matter, too — which is why I stand against abortion. All lives matter, people — even the ones who are being senselessly taken in the riots, because of the riots, as a direct act of the riots.
And here’s the plain, honest-to-goodness truth: We live in a broken world. Until Christ comes back, it will remain a broken world. Broken, unfair, unjust, painful . . . but you want to know something else?
God is good.
God is sovereign.
God is ruling in the universe.
God has decreed this, and He knows the end from the beginning, and He is in control.
None of this is a deviation from His original plan. This WAS His perfect plan, His good plan, His best plan.
Hidden in the hollow of His blessed hand,
Never foe can follow, never traitor stand; Not a surge of worry, not a shade of care Not a blast of hurry touch the spirit there. Staid upon Jehovah, hearts are fully bless’d Finding as He promised perfect peace and rest.
Differing opinions make for interesting conversation — while I welcome feedback and discussion, even if you don’t agree, I do ask that you be civil and respectful.
I am a 23 year old young lady who is redeemed and saved from my sin only by the grace of God. A bibliophile at heart with a love of history who desires to see the Word of God practically applied to all aspects of our daily lives -- in our homes, in the grocery store, in the political realm. I strive to put my jumbled, chaotic thoughts down onto paper -- reducing them into black and white rows, letters, sentences. Into some semblance of sanity. And I share them here with all of you, where I can challenge you, make you think, and cause you to ask questions. I am the oldest of eleven children living the country life in the deep south.