I don’t have a long list of remedies to fix the brokenhearted woman who had her Hijab ripped off in the middle of Walmart and was told: “this is not allowed anymore, so go hang yourself with it around your neck, not on your head.”

I don’t have some special medicine that’s going to instantly heal the the man who was severely beaten over the head with a bottle and told, “We have a new pres, faggot,” because he was on a date with another man.

I don’t have a magic eraser that is going to take the black paint off the faces of the students at Southern Illinois University or the darkness in their heart, that thinks it’s okay to put on blackface as they proudly hold up their confederate flag to go along with it.

I don’t have boxing gloves to defend the women who were standing alone when a group of males yelled, “grab her by the p***y” as they proceeded to physically try and grab her while she was waiting for the subway at Wood Street.

I don’t have the ability to erase the bad memory of the innocent Asian woman at the gas station who was trying to fill up her tank when an aggressive man got out of his car and proclaimed “We won. Now get the f*** out my country” repeatedly.

I don’t have words that could pierce the hearts of the girls who said to an innocent girl on the bus “Aren’t you people suppose to be sitting in the back of the bus.”

I don’t have a sly comeback to the group of guys that cussed out my friend after they asked him if he was voting for Trump and he literally said “Umm… no.”

I don’t have a time machine to travel back to when my grandparents and even my parents were in school and were so rudely disregarded because their skin is black.

But what I do have is the Holy Spirit living on the inside of me who gives me assurance that while things may not be looking up here on Earth, I have something even better to look forward to. I have the gospel living on the inside of me that can transform minds and mend broken hearts. I have the Full Armor of God to protect me from the unrighteousness and strife that I have to hear and endure at school. I have the one who can create something out of nothing living on the inside of me to help me say the right thing when I am at a lost for words.

I have an unchanging God who is true to his promises and hasn’t changed his mind about his people. I have an omnipresent God who is not only with me but with my parent’s whose safety I worry about. I have a jealous God who desires for my eyes to be looking at him, not the chaos on the news and in the streets. Without God I am nothing. Without God, you are nothing. There is nothing for us to look forward to but the day we take our last breath if we don’t have God. But I have God, and those of you reading this that have God it is time to humble ourselves before the Lord, put aside our fears and insecurities, and give to those the good news that we have on the inside of us.

That is the only way to heal pain, mend broken hearts, change mindsets, tear down strongholds, and be a part of the biggest reformation man has ever seen. It does not matter where you come from, whether you have been the victim of oppression, if you have a Ph.D., if you even went to college, how much money you make, if you’re black, white, yellow, pink, or brown.

It is time to pick up our cross and do the work of the Lord because as we see disorder break out that only affirms that the end time prophecies are being fulfilled more and more. Now is not the time to feel sorry for yourself, now is not the time to try and convince someone that a man in a white house is going to do something so special for them. It’s time to spread the word that a man sitting at the right hand of his father has already done something special for them, but the choice is there’s to accept it.

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