My Testimony Against Racism

I write this with my head bowed and my heart open. I am not here to argue. I am not here to win a debate. I am here to tell the truth as I have lived it and as I have learned it from the Most High. Racism is a sin against Yahweh. It is a sin against the breath that made us. It is a sin against the dust that shaped us. It is a sin against the children of Abraham and against the prophets who walked this earth before us.

The first of us was formed from the dust of our mother earth and the breath of our Father. That means every shade of skin carries the same origin story. That means every human being carries the same divine fingerprints. When someone chooses racism they are not just rejecting a person. They are rejecting the Creator who shaped that person. They are rejecting the breath of Yahweh that lives inside them.

And when someone chooses racism they are standing against Yeshua. They are standing against Muhammad. They are standing against Abraham. They are standing against the prophets who taught us to love the stranger, to welcome the traveler, to protect the vulnerable, to honor the widow and the orphan and the foreigner. They are standing against the very heart of the Most High.

Our Black and brown brothers and sisters have carried wounds that were never theirs to carry. In this land we call the United States they have endured centuries of cruelty. Enslavement. Chains. Families torn apart. Bodies sold. Souls treated like property. Then came the lynchings. The burning crosses. The mobs. The laws written to keep them down. The schools that shut them out. The neighborhoods they were forced into. The jobs they were denied. The justice they were never given. The violence they still face today.

And our immigrant kin have been treated like invaders instead of image bearers. Families separated at borders. Children kept in cages. People fleeing danger only to be met with hatred. People seeking hope only to be met with suspicion. People made in the image of Yahweh treated like they are less than human. This is not righteousness. This is not holiness. This is not the way of the Most High.

I am not here to pretend I have all the answers. I am not here to pretend I have never been blind. I am here to confess that I see the pattern. I see the fear hiding behind the hate. I see the insecurity hiding behind the anger. I see the lies that were passed down like family heirlooms. I see the idols that were carved out of skin color and power and pride. And I see how those idols have poisoned hearts and broken communities.

I am here to say that I refuse to bow to those idols. I refuse to pretend that racism is anything less than evil. I refuse to pretend that anti immigrant hatred is anything less than rebellion against the Most High. I refuse to pretend that silence is neutral. Silence is agreement. Silence is surrender. Silence is complicity.

I am here to stand with my Black and brown kin. I am here to stand with the immigrant and the refugee. I am here to stand with every child of Abraham. I am here to stand with Yeshua who was brown and oppressed and denied and then twisted into something He never was. I am here to stand with Muhammad who taught compassion and justice. I am here to stand with Abraham who welcomed strangers into his tent. I am here to stand with the prophets who cried out against injustice even when it cost them everything.

I am here to say that love is not soft. Love is not passive. Love is not quiet. Love tells the truth. Love protects the vulnerable. Love confronts evil. Love breaks the chains. Love heals the wounds. Love restores the broken places. Love brings us back to the heart of Yahweh.

I am not perfect. I am learning. I am growing. I am repenting. I am listening. I am trying to walk in humility. But I will not pretend that racism is anything less than sin. I will not pretend that anti immigrant hatred is anything less than sin. I will not pretend that fear is anything less than a lie.

I see you. I see through the hate. I see the fear you hide. And I see the image of Yahweh in every person you try to diminish.

May the Most High teach us to love again. May He teach us to see each other as kin. May He teach us to walk in justice and mercy. May He teach us to breathe peace into a world that has forgotten how to breathe.

💚JoshM

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