The Root Issue
Well it's been a long time since I have written a blog. I wrestled with writing this on my facebook page as a post, but in all honesty it was too much to write for a post. I have been disheartened, angry, sad, depressed, numb, and any other feeling or disposition that I can think of. I asked the Lord a few questions over these past few weeks. Why is it so hard? Why is it that blacks have to have a different set of guidelines when it comes to encountering police? Why do black parents of boys have to sit down with them and explain what not to do and what to do when they get pulled over? Why don't people value other people's lives? I have had many face to face and phone conversations with family members, and friends (black and white). However it wasn't until I was studying through Esther with a friend of mine that I finally started to get some answers to my questions. In Esther chapter 3 we read about a man named Haman who had a deep seeded hate for a man named Mordecai...