I have to admit something. The first day I turned on the news, I didn’t expect the news. I was distracted, busy. But I heard the general noise and looked up to see the marches.
I turned up the volume and focused my attention on the scene. At first, the mass of voices overwhelmed the message. Slowly though, the words came clear. And I heard the cry. “Say his name!”
My heart lept, but maybe not for the reason you may think. My head knew the name coming… And despite the grief of this day, my soul still longed for another name.
You see, I pray for the day we march through the streets crying out “Say his name!” And the response is– “Jesus!’
I long for that day. Long for that day.
I hope you can understand. There is no other name higher. No other name greater.
And he was an innocent man. Beaten. Mocked. Whipped. Hung on a cross. Many have died for a purpose. But he was the only one who came to die for us.
Death was His purpose. He knew that we would need saving. He died to save us.
There are cries for justice. There are cries for change. There are cries for mercy. These cries come from courageous, aching souls. But truly, there’s only one name who can bring any of this to pass.
For truth. For justice. For true heart change. For mercy. For peace. Say His name. Jesus. I pray for the day.