How to be colour blind in a red hot summer of tears

 

He walked on water.

He invited one of us to do the same.

He did.

Then he started to look where he was, he looked at the waves, he took his

eyes off God.

He became afraid.

He started to sink...

Until – he took His hand.

Lying on the shore, all I saw was red.

The blood.

Red blood, shed, for us – for what?

Redemption?

Freedom?

Relief?

I looked in disbelief at red on the shores

A baby, dead in red, blood red.

My heart sank.

I felt that pain only a parent can know. A child lost, hope dashed. And I cried

for the state of the world.

My heart screams why?

I feel hopeless. Helpless. Hapless.

Then I felt anger, angry that people are risking their lives to live as free

I am angry that people value borders over people

I am angry that countries are building walls instead of bridges

I am angry because Jesus gave his life already...

He gave his life already!!

What more is He supposed to do?

What more can He do?

He painted our freedom in red. Blood red.

But still red washes up on shores.

A baby in red.

And no one cares.

We post pictures of our dinner.

I'm sad.

I don't know what to say

I don't know how to pray

It's been a very hot summer

When the world screamed #blacklivesmatter

But

The only colour that really matters is red.

Blood red.

We fight to preserve a land that's not our own

Why don't these poor people leave us alone?

Our resources are already stretched thin

We don't want you,

Matters not the colour of your skin.

But if you looked to Him, and not on the wave

So many of these poor people could be saved

Red – washed up on the shore

A man froze the image in time

A world watched – for the very first time

A father wishes to be dead

Government official became talking heads

But

All I see is red.

Blood red.

Already shed.

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