In the desert today, we hear about John crying out in the wilderness. He’s angry; he’s outraged. He’s making demands on the people. He’s calling them to get their act together.
I can imagine him shouting to us. He’s yelling at us about our conspicuous consumption; about the Keystone Pipeline; about the Middle East and ISIS.
I can hear him saying, “black lives matter” across the generations.
As I see people raising their hands saying “hands up, don’t shoot,” I think of Jesus on the cross, arms outstretched imploring that they don’t know what they are about to do.
When I hear the phrase, “I can’t breathe,” I think of when Jesus said, “I thirst.”
I can hear the outrage in the voice of John. It’s because I’m outraged also.
I sympathized with a pastor I heard recently: “Saddened, but not surprised.” Nobody who has been paying attention for the…
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