I am Allowed to be Angry BUT
I remember this exact photo. My emotions are almost palpable as a stare at this photo again. The immense grief that was within me as I stood on these steps could not be put into words. The deep historical and far existing pain for my ancestors flowed through every vein of my body. Immense anger, confusion, despair, and anguish plagued my heart this day. I didn’t crack one smile, I couldn’t. When I witnessed the murder of George Floyd, I remember feeling just like I felt when I first stepped foot on the grounds of Cape Coast Castle. I was ANGRY, confused, and numbed by such a sinful act. I was so angry I couldn’t speak. There were no audible words that could possibly articulate what I felt in the moment. But in the midst of my anger I was met with God’s truth and His love. His truth broke through my heart, like the sunrise bursting through the seams of a new day. Then my tears broke through my eyes and ran down my cheeks like waterfalls. The truth was this…”I am allowed to be angry..BUT..”