indifference no more

I saw an article on Facebook entitled, “Muslims stung by indifference to their losses in terror attacks.”

Oof.

It is wrong that our actions, or lack thereof, have caused these brothers and sisters feel so unloved and so disregarded by the world in the midst of such horrendous losses. It is unconscionable. These acts are evil. We do see you, Istanbul, Bangladesh, and Baghdad. We are imperfect, but we do see you. We stand with you against terrorism in all forms.

Based on my observations of my thoughtful and deeply feeling friends, I don’t think it’s necessarily or solely a racial or religiously charged indifference to our Muslim brothers and sisters. I think sometimes we just don’t know where to begin or how to find strength to feel more pain. Over the last several months, there have been terror attacks in Paris, Brussels, Orlando, Istanbul, Bangladesh, Baghdad, and more. We are still licking very recent wounds from Orlando’s Pulse shooting, and I think a lot of our emotional reserves are running dry.

Even over the few days that I have been formulating this post, every SINGLE day I am waking up to some other horrific news story. In less than a week, we have seen the apparently senseless shootings of Alton Sterling and Philando Castile. You guys! Black lives do matter. And just today, news out of Dallas of police officers shot, 5 fatally, in Dallas. This is not the answer! We rightly mourn for a broken justice system where guilty go free, as well as a political arena that leaves us disillusioned and angry. Honestly, I’m just one insignificant person, weeping because of all the gay lives, straight lives, white lives, black lives, Muslim lives, Christian lives, unborn lives, and everyone in between, being killed every single day. Words fail me.

There are too many horrific reports to feel broken about, and the worst part is that there are no tangible, quick, effective solutions. When will enough be enough? What kind of world will my children be forced to navigate? In a time when we will be tempted to retreat to our ideological corners, we need to dig deeper and choose love, whatever that looks like. We need to love in a way that is hard– loving those on all ends of ALL spectrums, loving freely and leaving judgment in God’s hands alone.

This blog is about the sacred and secular colliding in my life. A lot of those things have happened TO me, as they often do, when God poured grace into various situations and allowed me to see how He was working. But what if He is calling me to be a bit more active? What if He is calling me to not only experience the sacred and secular crashing together, but also to be brave enough to cause those glorious collisions to happen as often as I possibly can? So I am on a quest to ascertain what it would look like to become a sacred-secular-collision-causer. I do not have the answers, but I’m striving to figure out how I can be faithful to this calling:

“No, O people, the Lord has told you what is good,and this is what he requires of you: to do what is right, to love mercy, and to walk humbly with your God.” – Micah 6:8