UNITY

This is what unity looks like to me,
Mabutu, my Tanzania cousin who has a Sudanese mother and an Ethiopian uncle,
Went to Rome to attend my Japanese step sister's British uncle's burial.
I myself can barely get the logic,
Of how too many nations come together under one single epitome of understand.
Simple, the church!
Growing up in Ugandan Catholic churches,
Shock is what I experienced when an English service,
Was covered by Swahili songs,
Unity is having my Luo brother sit next to my Meru uncle,
And share a hymn book with my Taita grandmother,
Unity is understanding that we can only grow,
When we put color, size, shape and language aside,
And put the Bible, the Cross and the body and blood of Christ as the head of it all,
Jesus did not preach per the person's sin,
Neither did he use one's accent to weigh the magnitude of the miracle one was to receive,
Jesus shared the gospel regardless of background,
A lesson he intended to be passed on through all generations.
Acts 1:8 But you will receive power when the Holy Spirit comes on you; and you will be my witnesses in Jerusalem, and in all Judea and Samaria, and to the ends of the earth.
Recognize, he did not specify a nation.

Unity.

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