As a Black woman I have been broken by my own sin and the offenses that occurred through racist insults hurled at me and my loved ones. I've endured jokes involving my hair, my facial features and the color of my skin. Yet in the midst of my righteous anger against such injustice, my Father has called me to love my oppressors no matter the level of the transgression. He challenges me to forgive because I have been forgiven. However, it isn't a surface forgiveness, it is indeed multi-layered. One layer is forgiving and the following layer is an invitation for my white brothers and sisters to join me in bringing the light of Jesus into the darkness in our own hearts as well as the darkness in the world in which he so loved (John 3:16).
The good fight of reconciliation is a difficult and beautiful one and it mirrors the fight for Black women to be seen as precious gems displayed in an array of colors . Dark is lovely but Black is beautiful, it is the darkest hour on a cloudless twilight, where stars blaze on an onyx backdrop.
I remain hopeful most days, yet some days it is easier to drown in anger rather than breathe in the air of forgiveness. It is always the whisper of God who keeps me moving forward. I'm broken and in a constant state of being made whole and as I remain attentive to the Spirit of God and the calling he has spoken into my life, I am always reminded that he looks at me and he looks at us, and saw that it was is very good (Genesis 1:31).