The story goes like this: Abraham was supposed to sacrifice his son, Isaac, on a rock or a slab, then burn him — as would normally have been done with a spotless lamb or ram to substitute for the sins of man. Instead, he found a ram that was tangled by its horns in the nearby thicket bush and Abraham was made to capture it and sacrifice it in the place of his son.
A faithless person would wonder why the Lord would cause a man to come “yea close” to murdering his only (legitimate) son and then snatch it back, as if to say “I was kidding. Give me the ram instead.”
A person who knows what they know about faith and sacrifice would say “Sandra Bland, in death, accomplished more on behalf of murdered Black women than she ever would have whilst living a magnificent and beautiful life in a useless violent world; one that was circumstantially beneath her.”
Don’t get it twisted. I’m not saying “the Lord sacrificed Sandra Bland to reveal the truth about the justice system in Texas and all over the nation.” Black people have been largely at fault for allowing it to get this way.
What I am saying is “What are we going to do to make sure that the next Black woman’s beautiful and upstanding life doesn’t become something as simple as an Internet hashtag?”
Where do we go from here?
We know what Abraham did. He took his son home, nourished and fed him, cared for him, and raised him to be the cherished First-fruit of the Inheritance of Everlasting Faith and Wisdom.
Where is your faith?
What wisdom and faith (i.e., “action”) will we apply to commemorate and honor the dishonored, but oh so cherished life of a Black woman we wished we had all known named #SandraBland?
For faith without works is dead …
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