I’m not comfortable writing this.
I do so under protest of my spirit.
Because these words have refused to remain silent within me.
So I’ll simply write them exactly as I did in my journal, and you are free to determine whether they are worthy of being heard.
June 15th, end of day.
Thoughts – my racial identity is a product and demonstration of the glory of God.
And I am only to promote and exalt it to that end.
Anything that begins to take the place of that glory is to be eschewed.
This is why Paul counted the very identity that made him a chosen child of God to be as worthless as a pile of manure in comparison to that which he could not claim by birthright.
That which I was given by Christ’s death is greater than that which I was given by birth.
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