The Suffering Servant… Isaiah 53

I woke up to the news this morning that yet another young black boy has been gunned down. I weep and pray for Antonio Martin’s family, for the agony of their loss. There is no reason to this death; like Renisha McBride and Michael Brown and Tamir Rice, children are dying because their skin is black and their humanity discarded and disregarded because of this.

I am drawn back to Isaiah 53 this morning, particularly to verses 1-3

Who has believed what we have heard?
    And to whom has the arm of the Lord been revealed?
For he grew up before him like a young plant,
    and like a root out of dry ground;
he had no form or majesty that we should look at him,
    nothing in his appearance that we should desire him.
He was despised and rejected by others;
    a man of suffering and acquainted with infirmity;
and as one from whom others hide their faces
    he was despised, and we held him of no account.

God made flesh, as a helpless, dependant child – coming in to the world to be despised and rejected. Antonio Martin left dying on the ground, helpless and rejected, despised and exploited.

Black children are dying because they are whom we seek to erase: with guns, with words, with thoughts, with violent, vile deeds.

A black child lies dead, his mother weeps. He has been killed by the racism which people want to pretend no longer exists.

Rest in Peace, Antonio Martin, and Rise in Power.

God forgive us.

God forgive us.

God be with us.

Emmanuel.

Emmanuel.

Emmanuel.

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