At the time I am writing this, the nation is still in shambles over the massacre that occurred in Charleston, SC a week ago as a result of hatred. At the time I am writing this, the nation is unified in horror as a tragedy claimed the life of nine innocent believers worshipping Jesus during Wednesday night service. It’s taken me a week to even form competent thoughts about this event, and personally, I am disgusted by this act of injustice.
All too often, the fragility of our humanity is revealed at times such as these. We were created to be symbols of the Most High, unified to bring Him glory. We were created to be vessels of love, beacons of light, bearers of “good news,” hopeful creatures who beckon others to join us in delighting our Savior! How, in the matter of a few thousand years, have we lost touch of our true meaning?
We are so conditioned to spot what is “different” about our neighbor, that we often forget to consider what we have in common. This practice is ingrained in us from a young age, and is an unfortunate part of our sinful society. (For example, we are taught at a young age to play games where we “spot the difference” between two pictures.) I have never met an individual, of any race, that is confident enough to say that he or she has never categorized other people based on superficial differences.
But at the end of the day, skin is just skin. Our souls do not have different colors. We are all in desperate need for a Savior. We all have an innate desire to love and be loved. How different would society become if we remembered that we all bleed the same color: red.
Let us allow tragedies like this shooting to unite the Church, and remind us that we are waging a spiritual war. The precious lives lost will never be resurrected on this earth, however, we can allow their deaths to spur great change. Let us remember that we are all one people, one nation, one body of believers. Instead of spotting the differences between us, let’s start recognizing the similarities.