I was reading a book of poetry last night. It was called God’s Trombones. It is an amazing book. Of course, it is very dated, and some of the theology doesn’t match mine, but it brings me back to the pain and unjustness of the times that this book was written. You see, the poems are “Negro Spirituals”, according to the author. A very rich treasure of hurt, pain, sorrow, joy, growth, acceptance, love, and questions.
One of the poems begins with the lines. “Your arms are too short to box with God.” What a picture. What if we could comprehend that idea each and every day. What if instead of questioning and trying to wiggle our way out of what God wants us to do, we just went on and did it? What if we found ways to share the love of God with everyone instead of trying to judge every person for some infraction of a law that we want enforced? What if we spent as much time finding ways to empower a person in poverty as we spend supporting companies that put people in poverty? What if…..?
One of the poems begins with the lines. “Your arms are too short to box with God.” What a picture. What if we could comprehend that idea each and every day. What if instead of questioning and trying to wiggle our way out of what God wants us to do, we just went on and did it? What if we found ways to share the love of God with everyone instead of trying to judge every person for some infraction of a law that we want enforced? What if we spent as much time finding ways to empower a person in poverty as we spend supporting companies that put people in poverty? What if…..?
