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Seeds of Silence by Esme James. Beautifully written, it is poised to become a classic and I'm all here for it. A must-have, especially recommended for our schools in West Africa and the Sierra Leone diaspora at large.
Linda Rebecca Williams
The first church I ever loved split over fluorescent lights in the basement.
I was not there when it happened, but the wound was still fresh when I arrived.
People still whispered about it in the hallway.
Everyone remembered who took which side.
Here is what happened.
They were putting in new lighting.
Half wanted all the fixtures hung.
Half wanted fewer to save money.
Voices rose.
A binder slammed shut.
Families walked out.
All of it over the number of lights.
That was my introduction to church life as a new Christian.
Not a battle for doctrine.
Not a burden for the lost.
A fight about comfort.
And the longer I followed Christ, the more I saw the pattern repeat.
Arguments about children in the sanctuary.
Fights over worship style.
Conflict over potlucks and service times and who brought money.
Different issues.
Same problem.
A heart that forgets grace will always protect preference.
I never heard the sound of that binder slamming, but I can still feel it.
It has become a warning in my own ministry.
Because when Christ is not the center, anything can divide a church.
When Christ is the center, nothing can.
Lord, turn us back.
There is a double standard in how the media covers interracial violence.
When the victim is black, itβs national news.
When the victim is white, itβs often ignored.
This is called selection bias.
And itβs creating division.
The goal is equality.
Not to flip inequality.