My feet looked new
My hands looked new
The world looked new
When I came out of the wilderness
Leaning on the Lord
Old
Black gospel song
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They say we live in a ‘post modern world”
Which may be the same as saying as we live in a “post
fact” world
Post modernism assumes at some level
That nothing can really be known
Everything is a construct
Social or intellectual
That will eventually be proven wrong, and replaced
We live in a world where we arrogantly “know”
And despairingly “don’t know”
on a “real” level
we live in a world where blacks are free and oppressed
where science is revered and ignored
where freedom is revoked in the name of freedom
where people of faith talk love and all too often live
anger and retribution
where, in faith communities, crime and punishment
overwhelm grace and mercy
we have created
we post modern Americans
our own wilderness
it is a barren place
and in its grim emptiness we wander
sometimes hopeful, sometimes hopeless
we have vague memories of where we want to go
of the promised land of equity and justice
where all live together as brothers and sisters
but for the most part we are simply lost
wandering
sometimes falling in adoration at the feet of a false
idol
cramming meeting halls in the middle of a pandemic to
worship the “golden calf”
sometimes
responding to our plight with protest
sometimes
with violence, or threats
sometimes
hiding, hoping magically to be found
but there are those moments
when we dimly see
the pillar of light, the Sacred presence
that leads us forward
to something new
and so we trust, we follow
we trod, we trod, we trod
helping each other along
leaving no one behind
leaning on Jesus
tired and limping our way
toward newness
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