To Change A World…

Is life fair…of course it’s not. You knew the answer before you dared to read mine. But I will dare for you. Hate…is wrong. And bias, opinion, geographical philosophies and personal experiences were never meant to give humanity the right, or any such justified desire to hate one another. As a Christian, this is hard to articulate… Because hate has not been exclusive. It has been waged and poured out from secular vices all the way to sacred institutions. Hate is a human condition, it is not solely reserved for those who do evil in your own eyes. Hate is what has failed the education systems. It’s failed our youth. It’s dampened our churches and it has for sure displaced our governing authorities and their original purposes. The riots you see, the wars you witness, the suicides that hit close to home, and the identity crises within young people is critically impacted, fueled, and given power to by the unaddressed and crippling condition of hatred. Our excuses for hate are many. “You don’t know what I’ve been through.” “They just don’t understand.” “That’s just how this messed up world is.” We’ve become a society that has fallen in love with bandaids that are covering up issues that need open heart surgery… And to who is this costing? Generations. Lives. Families. People groups. Minorities. Afraid to challenge tradition, or terrified to preserve them, we’ve cowered in shelter and hoped for a better day, a better future, a better world. The world is drying. Imploding. It is self destructing. And while I can find beauty and wonder and love and desire, I cannot move on wishing away the issues that we have such anointed wisdom to approach with. We’ve believed that coming to the table with those who are so different from us and believe in things so different from us is wishful thinking. But if we were to remain in the state we are, then we will lose a generation. Our world will do more harm. And only those who won in the dogfight of power will sleep at night… I find it utterly sad and unnecessary to look at this world and somehow conclude that the days of dreaming, change, and good are behind us. I know until God comes back that this little world will never be perfect and never fix itself outside of the grace and blood of Jesus. But I will be a wretched and boring man if I for one second doubt that we can do a whole lot better than this… Maybe something has to change. Or maybe you do…