After this I looked, and there was a great multitude that no one could count, from every nation, from all tribes and peoples and languages, standing before the throne and before the Lamb, robed in white, with palm branches in their hands. They cried out in a loud voice, saying, “Salvation belongs to our God who is seated on the throne, and to the Lamb!”
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The national church body(ELCA) of which I am a member was recently designated in a research study as being the most white of the large Christian denomination in the United States. My experience has been that most us in this denomination really don't like this. We honestly want it to be different, but we haven't got a clue how to change it. I used to make statements that were assumptions on my part about people of other races but these statements never, ever helped further the conversation. My tribe tend to gather with people who are familiar to us, people with whom we have something in common. Along with that tribe-making comes a sense that anyone unfamiliar is dangerous. The vision of a sacrificial lamb is not what anyone would expect that would serve the purpose of calling us together. What if being together meant that our differences were not a threat but a gift? Until Jesus comes again, we will not get this right, but we can better getting ready for the celebration.
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May we be guided together by your love and not driven apart by our fear. Amen.
Deb Grant, resilient child of God, creative tinker of paper, ink, wood, shiny things, paint and words. The human amusement of a parrot and a dog.
Writer, poet, artist, human, citizen, learner, scruffy, goof.
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