a reason the mob turned back

This is such a powerful image to me of standing up to injustice. Iesha Evans in the famous photo. Photograph: Jonathan Bachman/Reuters

I was just thinking about this in the shower today and thought I would write it down.

I struggle with what I believe.

Some days I worry about “What” I believe but more often than not I worry about “How” I believe it.

Instead of saying that “I believe in God”, what if I started saying that “God believes in me”.

It seems rather trivial to flip it but try it.

What am I actually saying when I say “I believe in God”?

It tends to frame my thinking about what my responsibilities are compared to God’s. I start thinking that God will take care of everything, that God has a plan for everything and I am just there. Good or bad, I really only have latent responsibility at best.

On the other hand, stating that “God believes in me” frames how I think of myself in relation to the earth, the world, the people in it. Now when I think about doing something it is with the understanding that I am part of the equation to the sum, not just a remainder or some residue of an all knowing hand.

There may be a wound, I can be the bandage.

There may be despair, I can be hope.

There may be destruction, I help rebuild.

There may be injustice, I can be a voice.

The real difference seems to be that in those moments, I become a reason the mob turned back.

I can be the point at which circumstance pivots.

The more I think about it, the more I like the perspective that places me and what I see in the world.

Of course this presumes that we have a commonality about belief in a God. Even so, I think that the principle is the same. Happy to discuss this.

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