The year is 2020 and it began with such enthusiasm for a year of new beginnings and blessings. None of us could’ve envisioned a pandemic taking so much lives, and locking down of the entire world. All nations, regardless of race or religions, are affected. But in the midst of it all, videos of blacks people being killed innocently has been so disturbing. The pandemic itself was “reported” to be taking the lives, mostly of black people. What was not reported is the fact that they don’t have Medicare and live in very poor conditions. Poverty is the number one cause for their death and rumored neglect in the hospital.

I’d like to believe that we are living in the enlightening times. All that is in the dark has come to light. Nothing is hidden, from the existence of God, science, technology and life after death, etc. We are forever being documented, photographed and videotaped. But this mystery of the blatant killing of black people is yet to be revealed.

Today, August 30, 2020, I was speaking to my daughter about how saddened I felt to hear the young man, Chadwick Boseman, who played Black Panther died of cancer. I told her I knew he wasn’t looking well and something was wrong, but I just couldn’t put my finger on it. I thought maybe he lost all the weight from building up his body for the acting role of Black Panther. To me every time I saw a report of him, he kept on looking thinner and thinner. My daughter explained he was battling cancer for four years and still managed to finish filming both the first and second Black Panther movie. I told her, I felt so sad in my heart for him and his family. I’ve watched him played one of my favorite singers as a child, James Brown. I felt so proud to see a good looking black young man, who reminded me of a young Sidney Poitier. To be cut off right in his prime. But God knows especially with all the unrest with Black lives matter! “So sad,” I repeated. My daughter replied, “it’s very sad. It’s like this was a year that hit Black people really hard, but may we be able to overcome and continue to bring awareness that the pandemic brought about.”

Something touched my soul and exploded in my spirit and I found myself revelating. I started off by saying to my daughter, “so far all the questions about this life we’re living God has answered a few of its mysteries for me, except why it is black people keeps on suffering? Did we do something wrong against  God? Are we the real chosen ones, are we Abel’s?

The Jews will never see another Holocaust and all other people who had suffered cruelties. But why are Black people still living in bondage with their lives and being killed? I don’t get it! We are not truly free. We have a form of freedom, but there’s something definitely wrong. I am praying every day and asking God to reveal the truth before I ever die.

To think of it, I thought to myself, there’s something more to us than we ourselves can’t perceive or understand. We are like Jesus being crucified for no reason. Maybe that’s it! A truth that is being hidden somehow is being exposed. We are the last to be free, because our freedom is the Lord’s kingdom come here on earth. To be ruled by our strong unmovable faith. No one does church like Black people. I remember people being poor, but they will give there all for God. Look at how we worship and praise the Lord. Always looking and doing our best when it comes to our faith in God, look at our church.

I’ve always believe something happened to Black people when Simon of Cyrene the only black man mentioned in the bible ever getting close to Jesus, who was ordered to help Jesus carry his cross when he fell on the way to Calvary. None of his disciples was there to help Jesus, except this poor random black man. Maybe while he was carrying Jesus’s cross, Jesus give him something special, a touch more than that of his faithful disciples and followers who fled at his capture and judgements. Simon of Cyrene was chosen and mentioned for a reason, Matthew 27:37, Mark 15:21 and Luke 23:26. There was no other mention of Simon after Jesus got to the cross.

It’s so ironic that Jesus was crucified by the police officers of those time, the Roman centurion. They were wicked back then to prisoners as they are today. Let us not forget, it was also the leaders of governments who give the judgments for the crucifixions and the people manipulated by the haters (pharisees and scribes) of Jesus, who cried out to crucify him and let a murderer go free, by the name Barabbas, Luke 23:18-42.

Could it be possible that history has continually been repeating itself in this circumstance even today with the police. Man has yet to learned that in everything we do we must do in the Lord by love, other wise the devil takes over. To be a police is to serve and protect, not by evil, but good. Lord have mercy on us!!!