Recently, my family enjoyed a vacation in Navarre, Florida. One morning, as I jogged taking in the beautiful homes, swaying palm trees, warm sun, and gentle breeze, a sudden thought struck me: Will I be the next hashtag?
I had just passed a newly constructed home, and my mind went to names and stories we’ve all heard; Black men whose presence in a neighborhood was questioned, whose lives were cut short, whose families now grieve.
Nothing happened that day. No one stopped me. But the question itself reveals a deeper wound; one carried not just by individuals, but by a broken world where suspicion still too often falls along racial lines.
Scripture tells us of a day when justice will roll down like waters (Amon 5:24), when Christ will make all things new (Revelation 21:5), when fear will have no place in the human heart. Until that day, God’s people are called to walk (and run) in truth and love, to bear one another’s burdens, and to work toward communities where every person can live without fear.
“After this I looked, and there before me was a great multitude that no one could count, from every nation, tribe, people and language, standing before the throne and before the Lamb. They were wearing white robes and were holding palm branches in their hands.”
-Revelation 7:9 NIV
I long for that world. And I pray our churches will be part of building it here and now, as a glimpse of the Kingdom to come.
Kathairo Solutions 
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