This article, The Degenerating Notion of Nobodiness, is brilliantly written.
In his letter from a Birmingham jail, Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. responded to fellow American clergy who were asking him to wait for a better time to pursue the cause of justice in the South. “Perhaps it is easy for those who have never felt the stinging darts of segregation to say, ‘Wait,’” he wrote. “But when you have seen vicious mobs lynch your mothers and fathers at will and drown your sisters and brothers at whim; when you have seen hate-filled policemen curse, kick, brutalize and even kill with impunity your black brothers and sisters; when you see the vast majority of your twenty million Negro brothers smothering in an airtight cage of poverty in the midst of an affluent society….when you are forever fighting a degenerating sense of ‘nobodiness’—then you will understand why we find it difficult to wait.” To call for those suffering to wait is to institutionalize our apathy.
The cries of the oppressed and the weary will continue to resound though many of us sit in comfortable apathy and languid affluence denying our own obligation. And the call of the vicariously human Christ can be heard in the midst of it all, urging us to set aside all that entangles and follow after him and into the very heart of it.
This Sunday, we are looking at the transfiguration of Jesus. As I was considering this revelation of His glory and the words God speaks over His child, a song I had written several years ago based on Psalm 29 came to mind. I took the chorus and a few of the other lyrics and reworked into this. May it bless you today.
“This is My Child, My Beloved One”
With a word of Truth He has come
So, heed these things He speaks
Follow in the way He leads
Let life awaken from the deep
That the nations may see
Give unto the Lord, O you mighty ones
Give unto the Lord, glory and strength
Give unto the Lord, the glory due His name
Worship the Lord in the beauty of holiness
The voice of the Lord is speaking now
Shaking our hearts with peace and power
Your voice breaks the cedars, divides the flames of fire
Shaking the wilderness, the deer gives birth
Your voice on the waters with an awe-full power
Strip bare the trees and everyone in your temple
You can find the chords here.
Here’s the sixth month of microvlogging for the year.
Our family grows from five to six.
Oh, what a wild life.
In editing, I found that Aelah is highlighted quite often this month. I’ll have to put some more focus on the boys here in July.