Pricey Father Pfleger, go “rogue.” Like Jesus, contact as soon as once more the untouchable. Converse to these societal outcasts who lie dying within the gutters of life, rejected, despised and forgotten, even by the church. Go rogue.
Converse. Elevate up your voice as soon as once more and shout. Let it resound like a trumpet throughout this Windy Metropolis, the place youngsters are fitted for coffins and emblazoned on shiny funeral packages with untimely eulogies.
Cry aloud and spare not on this transgressed metropolis of segregation, the place public faculty miseducation consigns native Black little kids to poverty and hopelessness. Converse hope.
Converse fact. Search justice. Uplift. Compel. Preach. For we’d like you. Now, greater than ever. Violence, injustice and poverty rage.
Converse once more. Let your voice resound because the ethical conscience of DuSable’s now glistening metropolis on the sting of dropping her soul. Converse fact to energy. Consolation the bothered. And afflict the comfy. Remind us as soon as once more of who and whose we’re, and of the resurrecting energy of Jesus Christ’s love and hope.
Stand — as you’ve for many years — for even the least of those. As shepherd, preach an accessible social gospel — one not submersed in elitism or pomp and circumstance however in Christ’s deep love for the church. The Church that could be a physique of believers — the individuals. Not superb Gothic edifices, stained glass and steeples.
Be that piercing voice once more, crying within the wilderness as our nation stands pronouncedly between selecting love or hate, proper or fallacious, and chaos or a extra excellent destiny.
Return once more to being a resolute righteous voice in these instances amid this typically seemingly incurable virus referred to as racism because the harmless blood of Black people slain by police brutality cries out from their graves.
Amid the carnage of Black souls murdered by Black killers — and the relative diminutive outcry in comparison with that over the taking of Black lives by white police. Amid the evident absence of Black Lives Matter protestors when Black youngsters are murdered within the hood principally by younger Black males within the hood.
Converse once more. For you’ve all the time stood with us. For us.
Boldly you’ve taken up the mantle and marched for our trigger, from the “Chilly Coast” to the Gold Coast, standing unflinchingly when it mattered most.
You’ve got all the time stood. Unwavering in your dedication, even when, unbeknownst to us, whereas standing via your individual river of salted tears and anguished soul on however a grain of religion.
It will need to have been religion that has sustained you over these final 5 months, religion and the prayers of the Religion Neighborhood of St. Sabina.
Religion, prayer and beauty within the midst of this ordeal while you had been forbidden even to talk, to defend your identify in opposition to the allegations, your character and fame, even amid a newspaper headline inquiring whether or not you had been “going rogue.”
A fame constructed over a lifetime of defending the harmless, the abused and the forgotten. Character constructed — ethical brick by ethical brick — over time. And evident dedication to group, justice, freedom and equality that we nonetheless can’t discover.
You’ve got stood within the face of racial hatred, amid an incessant storm of backlash, and even threats by yourself life. You stand right here within the Chi, a tangible image of the arms, toes and coronary heart of Christ.
And even in my very own wilderness of nice disappointment with the church, of anger, bitterness and brokenness over the harm and abuse I skilled within the church I so love, your instance of fact, love and faithfulness have helped heal these wounds.
So don’t cease, pricey brother. Welcome again.
Cry aloud and spare not. And please, go rogue.
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