Living and Dying in Fake History
Lift up your eyes,
not your voices—
Weep with those who weep
Open your ears
Resuscitate your heart
grown still and cold from neglect
Or have we already sold our souls
for greenbacks, glory
and false faith in firearms?
Hear the voice of our Creator
lamenting loudly over
grown accustomed to
the way we thought things were
yet will never be
in this life or the next
I’m in the process of reading several accounts of national history, including church history. Each study corrects fake history written to silence victims, and glorify victors who were as human as we are, and less than pure in their motives. They raise the obvious question: How did we get here centuries and decades later? And what must we do next if we want something better?
Reading won’t magically change the way I am in the world. Hopefully I’ll think more clearly and act with greater intent.
In addition, my soul won’t be in it if I haven’t also lamented loudly, listened silently, asked questions, meditated on what I see and hear, and made changes in my lifestyle.
What’s happening today isn’t just a matter of historical data or who we want to be the next POTUS. It’s about the content of our character, beginning with me and with you. How willing are we to stand up before friend and foe alike, on behalf of new friends and strangers?
Easier said (or written about) than done. But as they say rather glibly these days, “We’re all in this together.” Aren’t we?
Happy Monday, despite the lopsided agonies of Covid-19, the struggle against Black Lives Matter, and the failure of POTUS to lead by example. Which doesn’t let us off the hook.
© Elouise Renich Fraser, 6 July 2020
Quote found at azitanahai.com