I think for as long as I can
remember, I was indifferent to the struggles of humanity. I wasn't really
bothered. As much as scenes of poverty were a daily reality, I feel like I was
sheltered from such--sheltered by love perhaps and escapism through novel
reading and self-centeredness. I existed for my own pleasure and that was that.
Perhaps there was a desire to escape from poverty but even that very desire was
rooted on selfishness:self-indulgence, materialism and the like. So,
essentially I wasn't really bothered by the next person--perhaps here and
there, the were scenes that plunged my soul with pain such as alcohol abuse,
and women abuse but these would soon be watered down by other issues.
The reality of society has really
begun to sink in only two years ago. I moved to Cape Town and I feel like for
me, Cape Town awakened me to the daily struggle of others. Seeing people sleep
in the streets, living in slums, and so forth is a daily thing. Then, there's
been racism, experienced by loved ones, who have been rejected sorely based on
their skin color such that buying a house became a tedious transaction--only
because they are black and they have an African name. As I became increasingly
aware of these injustices, it became clear that freedom, justice, human rights,
and all these other terms are just terms to shield us from the evils that are
faced daily b black people. Slavery still exists, just that it has been colored
by charters that are the very reasons for so mcuh evil. There's been a lot of
human rights, any system made to strip us of morality while making us think we
are free.
And so as I awakened to how the black person continues to struggle, how as
blacks we've become each others enemies, and how whites have continued to act
like they never did any evil, I became angry. Daily, I saw how classism was and
still is a major thing. I would be astonished at how one group can live
lavishily, in mansions, and just across the road, people would be living in
houses that are not meant for human inhabitation and so forth. And I actually
started uttering the same cry: What sin have black people committed? If God
cares, why all this injustice, especially towards non-whites? These were the
questions that were starting to bother me daily. I found myself distancing
myself even from God. It didn't really make sense honestly.
And many of my young African
friends have continued to ask the very same question, to the extent where they
start questioning God Himself. God is viewed as the very enemy or the God of
the oppressor. After all, it is through this God that the oppressor gained
victory over the black people, so they say. These arguments began to make
sense. And so I had to go back to God and ask Him these very questions. And when
I did, I was comforted. For I personally, understanding the role of free will,
sin,and the great controversy have enabled me to make sense of all these
injustices. But above all, understanding who God is has truly made me
understand and have every question answered.
I've so learnt that, the most
crucial thing for every basic human, whether s/he has these very qiestions or
any other, is to understand who God is, according to His Word and His dealing
with mankind. In this, I've only uttered: truly, amindst all of these evils,
God is the God of both the white and the black. He mourns with the oppressor
while he hates the oppressors' method. He's not smiling or sitting back and
indifferent. What has silenced me, is Christ, man's Creator, hanged on the cross,
for a better cause than human rights. For reconciliation in the truest sense,
thorough transformation, for until we can experience grace, injustices will
continue. So, for me, when all these questions come rushing, I'm ever silence
by the thought that God-The Son hanged naked on the cross. And on this very
premise, of sacrifice life, when He could've destroyed mankind, is the very
confirmation that human suffering inflicts pain to God Himself. And if God
Himself can die to free mankind, at the expense of His comfort, how can he not
be moved by racism, poverty, slavery etc? I know He is moved. Even looking at
how God deals with me personally is proof that God is siding with me.
And my plea is one: may you prove
God for yourself: through His Word and His dealings with you. For the safest
place is going back to the Creator when nothing makes sense. He's willing to
reason with us within the confines of His Word, outside of others' opinions.
Listen, let Him explain Himself and humbly submit.
While you at it, consider:
One
Family by Creation and Redemption
No
distinction on account of nationality, race, or caste, is recognized by God.
He is the
Maker of all mankind. All men are of one family by creation, and all
are one
through redemption. Christ came to demolish every wall of partition, to
throw
open every compartment of the temple, that every soul may have free access
to
God.... In Christ there is neither Jew nor Greek, bond nor free. All are
brought
nigh by
His precious blood.—Christ’s
Object Lessons, 386.
The Lord
has looked with sadness upon the most pitiful of all sights, the
colored
race in slavery. He desires us, in our work for them, to remember their
providential
deliverance from slavery, their common relationship to us by creation
and by
redemption, and their right to the blessings of freedom.—Testimonies
for
the
Church, 7:223.
My favorite :)
When the sinner is converted he receives the Holy Spirit, that makes him a
child of God, and fits him for the society of the redeemed and the angelic host. He
is made a joint heir with Christ. Whoever of the human family give themselves
to Christ, whoever hear the truth and obey it, become children of one family. The
ignorant and the wise, the rich and the poor, the heathen and the slave, white or
black—Jesus paid the purchase money for their souls. If they believe on Him, his
cleansing blood is applied to them. The black man’s name is written in the book
of life beside the white man’s. All are one in Christ. Birth, station, nationality, or
color cannot elevate or degrade men. The character makes the man. If a red man,
a Chinese, or an African gives his heart to God, in obedience and faith, Jesus loves
him none the less for his color. He calls him His well-beloved brother....(emphasis mine)
Statements retrieved from: Selected Messages, Book 2, PP.485-488
