If you awakened one more morning and heard the spin masters and tail-that-wags-the-dog rhetoricians howling as usual, what would you prefer to do? Where might you go for silence? where might you go for truth-telling?
If you peered into the mirror and felt your heart skip a beat with the sudden recognition that you are the problem as America or some other country defines a problem; if you dealt for a moment with the sober recognition that your race, your gender, your sexual orientation were the enemy as defined by money-raising think tanks that can’t think outside a tank or a box, what would you do? Where would you go to be embraced for who you are, celebrated for your singular and gifted life?
If one evening as the shadows lengthened you found yourself rubbing an aching scar, a wounded memory of having been trespassed-against, of being abandoned or unloved, what would you do? Where could you go to find healing, unconditional love, a candle lit against the darkness?
I know a place. It happens to be a people who gather in a building but the building is beside the point. Where two or more are gathered in my name, Jesus said, I will be there. Welcome to peace. Welcome to safety and embrace. Welcome to Riverside Church. Don’t be alone. Don’t carry it all on your shoulders. Forget the assorted spin masters and pot stirrers that bang their pots and pans up and down the neighborhood, the city, the country. I know a place that will welcome you and where Christ gathers with us. See you Sunday. ~Pastor Bledsoe