Blinded

The LORD was very angry with your forefathers (Zechariah 1v2)

It seems it is the LORD we need to deal with, not our ancestors. They were held responsible for their own actions and we are responsible for ours. To start making reparations for the actions of our predecessors is stepping into God's territory, mistaken at best, at worse pride and folly. It is far too easy to be alert to the sins of the past and entirely blind to the sins of the present. 

I am willing to bet that those who gave money to the Church that was earned by slavery thought that they were doing a good thing, and had a blind spot to their own sins, as a result of their own society. Instead of trying to make good their mistake, maybe we should be looking at ourselves and asking what is our blind spot, where are we caught up by culture. Where are we following the crowd rather than listening to God?

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