…of the dear, blessed souls of Mother Emanuel African Methodist Episcopal Church in Charleston, South Carolina…both the souls who rest now in the eternal arms of Jesus, as well as those who mourn their loss. This is also for those of us who still grieve. May we all know God’s peace and the protection of the Holy Spirit.
For at least the next 12 days, I will be reflecting (and possibly writing) on the Mother Emanuel episode from last summer. As a native of Charleston, child of the 60’s, student of segregation and desegregation, raised in a culture steeped in racism and backlash, my grief is complex. Not wanting to expose my struggles in public, I will be writing a great deal that will end up in the trash. Furthermore, I intend to NOT use this anniversary as an opportunity to try to change people’s hearts. I will, however, pray…fervently. But those who still mourn deserve a respectful remembrance, a bowed head, long moments of silence, and a prayer that they will be wrapped in unspeakable peace.
If anyone wishes to express their sentiments to the members of Mother Emanuel, to the friends or families of those lost, to the world, or to God, you may leave them as comments here. It is my intention to print this both before and after the 17th and mail it to…or deliver it to…Mother Emanuel Church.
I realize many, if not all, of those most strongly affected by the event, wish for their lives and grief be private. I beg their forgiveness. I know, however, that to be able to express our grief…those of us who mourn from a distance…helps us to cope. It is for all of us, with the (hopeful) blessing of Jesus, that I present this.
To the Glory of God…