I'm still searching. |
That's what I've been asking myself lately?
It's been happening even since I found out more about my family history. I found out my great grandfather was a slave and what made that more real was that I was finally able to put a name with it, as well as, a little information about his slave master.
It makes me feel a particular way. It's hard to explain.
I'm just wondering who I am really. What was my family like? How did they survive back then? How were they treated? Why did slavery in this country even happen anyway? Yeah yeah yeah, I know the economic reasons part, then the racism part after that. I'm just wondering why, from a spiritual perspective. What was the point of it? I know there was a point, because God allows certain things for certain reasons. Yet those reasons are sometimes beyond our scope of knowledge and rationale.
Still I continue to ponder such an awful time in history. What was God trying to teach us? There was, for sure, a reason He allowed it to happen, but like so many other things that happen in the world, maybe we'll never know for sure, huh?
I may not know all of who I am in the natural, but at least I know who I am in Christ and that's the most important thing. "You are a chosen people, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, God’s special possession, that you may declare the praises of him who called you out of darkness into his wonderful light" (1 Peter 2:9).
At least I know that.
At least I know that.
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