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224 pages, Paperback
First published October 3, 2015
The voices of suffering women in the book of Lamentations offer an important counternarrative to the triumphalistic tendencies of God's people in the United States. We are likely to tune out the stories of suffering and struggle that undermine our success narratives, in contrast to the women's voices in Lamentations 1 that rise up to speak truth when experiencing painful reality. Instead, our ears are tuned to hear what we want to hear, similar to the exiles who listen to the false prophets in Jeremiah 29. (60).
Remember Lord, what happened to Michael Brown and Eric Garner;
look, and see the disgraceful way they treated their bodies.
Our inheritance of the image of God in every human being has been co-opted and denied by others.
The children of Eric Garner have become faterless, widowed mothers grieve their dead children.
We must scrap for basic human rights; our freedom and our liberty has great price.
Corrupt officers and officals pursue us and are at our heels; we are weary and find no rest.
We submitted to uncaring government agencies and to big business to get enough bread.
Our ancestors sinned the great sin of instituting slavery; they are no more--but we bear their shame.
The system of slavery and institutionalized racism ruled over us, and there is no one free from their hands.
We got our bread at the risk of our lives because of the guns on the streets.
Michael Brown's skin is hot as an oven as his body lay out in the blazing sun.
Women have been violated throughout our nation's history; black women raped by while slave owners on the plantations.
Noble black men have been hung, lynched and gunned down; elders and spokesmen are shown no respect.
Young men can't find work because of unjustly applied laws; boys stagger under the expectation that their lives are destined for jail.
The elder statesman and civil rights leaders are gone from the city gate; young people who speak out in protest through music are silenced.
Trust in our ultimate triumph has diminished; our triumphant dance has turned to a funeral dirge.
Our sense of exceptionalism has been exposed. Woe to us, for we have sinned!
Because of this our hearts are faint, because of these things our eyes grow dim
for our cities lie desolate with predatory lenders nad real estate speculators prowling over them.
You, Lord, reign forever; your throne endures from generation to generation.
We do you always forgets us? Why do you forsake us so long?
Restore us to yourself, Lord, that we may return; renew our days as of old
unless you have utterly rejected us and are angry with us beyond measure.