How memories, for some, are realities for others…
Some remember how America fought for Independence while others live with the realities of their struggles for independence.
Some remember how America had a Civil War while others live with the realities of their struggles in a civil war.
Some remember how America fought for Segregation while others live with the realities of their struggles with segregation.
The dogs biting at the feet of one running from a slave owner or a water hose sprayed on a child sitting on a curb outside a store with a sign that read “For Whites Only” has been replaced by bullets tearing the heart out of youth or “responsible citizens” beating a boy for riding a bike or running a marathon because the upright citizen was protecting their neighborhood from a “thief”.
The thought that one mother can be proud of her son buying a new care because he worked and earned it brings fear to another mother whose son buys a new car because he will be stopped for being in a stolen vehicle or “popped” because there is no way this vehicle could ever belong to someone who looks like you.
Why does skin tone or gender determine the worth of a child?
Why does the color of skin automatically place a person in a political party or economic class?
How can a rip in one child’s jeans mean poverty, while for another child, a rip means wealth and prestige?
Why must a mother of one son fear her child riding across America alone while another mother’s son can be excited about the adventure he will have?
Why is balancing a check book of null effect for some while for others, it’s a basic life skill?
How can, in these times, one mother is excited about being the “first” in a field where others have been in the field for centuries?
Why must one teach a child limits because of skin and gender while others can train their child to reach for the dream without the additional lessons on the crabs and crows planted in society to pull them down in the dream?
This Mother’s Day I don’t have to worry about going to a religious gathering where my skin tone or expression of worship will bother those around me. I can actually visit any church online and don’t have to worry about the stares or being questioned, “Why have you come to ‘Our’ church,” even though I’ve been coming for years. Oh, and by the way, I am a minister of the Gospel of Jesus, but my gender will bar me from most pulpits in the land.
I have tears because I actually believe it’s what’s in the heart of a person that matters.
I believe Jesus died for all people.
I believe America was founded so all men, male or female, could live free.
I believe all children should be able to run through any neighborhood without fear and harassment.
I believe all people should be able to go to any church they choose without the fear of being labeled by the color of their skin, the texture or care of their hair, or the clothes they wear.
Yes, I believe, but so what, some say, because the reality overrides the dream of my belief!
The sad truth is, most won’t care about my tears or my fears because they are too worried about their own memories and struggles of the hell they are forced to live.
I will cry, not from my sorrow, but I will cry to the Lord to forgive us all for believing the lie instead of standing on the truth found in the Word of God.
I will cry out to the Lord for “isms” like racism, colorism/shadeism, nativism, ethnocentrism, sexism, classism, and denominationalism, which brings separation between Your people be eliminated in the earth.
I pray Your will and destiny in the earth be done so the righteous begin to stand so the unrighteous would be quieted.
I pray Your justice rules over human judgment. Let the balance of the nations be shifted in the church house so there can be balance in the White House.
May Your heart begin to beat in the heart of Your people so they begin the love the unlovable, accepting the person, not necessarily their behavior.
I pray Your Spirit would be released in America so life is legislated instead of death.
May all contracts signed to kill our children and youth be annulled. May all perversions be stopped so children can be children and women can be women and men can be men with the fear of rape or molestation.
May holiness be the standard in the family and church. Father, breath on America so we can be a nation who lives for You and not ourselves. Let America be one nation under God and the God is the Triune God of the Bible.
This Mother’s Day, bring peace to every mother who lost their child to senseless killings from hate stemming from race, gang violence, perversion, drugs, and policies which legalizes death in the womb.
This Mother’s Day, bring wholeness to families who have devalued two-parent homes made by Your creative design.
This Mother’s Day bring honor to those people created in Your image so we can value life the way You value life. And
Father, this Mother’s Day, I pray this will be a day when color doesn’t matter.
Jesus, I will cry out to You because only You can change the hearts of men and I won’t stop crying out to heaven until every American can cry out, “Free at last. Free at last. Thank God almighty I am free at last!”
Galatians 3:27-29 - For all of you who were baptized into Christ have clothed yourselves with Christ. There is neither Jew nor Greek, slave nor free, male nor female, for you are all one in Christ Jesus. And if you belong to Christ, then you are Abraham’s seed and heirs according to the promise
By Charlene Allen, an apostle: When Color Don’t Matter (5/8/2020)
To learn more about Apostle Charlene, WISDOM Ministries International, her prison ministry, her AriZe Bible School, her ministry on the streets, or to the nations click here.