I dreamed of screams last night.
It’s just a dream I told myself.
But it wasn’t.
Last night the screams of justice were heard all across our country. These screams were followed closely by the screams of fear from people who were victims of tear gas and rubber bullets. Screams of citizens trying to make their voice heard and realizing that the system and government in America are going to fight back. Fight to continue to oppress. Fight to continue to hold power and control.
My screams turned to tears and sobs.
I dreamed of screams last night on Pentecost Monday when we remember the mighty rushing wind of the Spirit coming so that all may be free.
Come Mighty Spirit, carrying these screams to the heart of God and let justice roll down.