'til the end of the earth...

I give Glory to God today.  Milton Dunlap III (Tre) is finally home.  My 18 year old cousin was sitting in his house playing video games, texting his mother and girlfriend, goofing off.  That's what you do when you're 18.  He'd had a steady job for over two years, was enrolled college and due to start next month.  This particular day he noticed the Police swarming the neighborhood.  He even texted his girlfriend something to the effect "police are at my neighbor's house..."  After a while he tried to leave the neighborhood to put gas in his car.  The police had the streets blocked and he couldn't get out, so he went back home.  A few minutes later the police were demanding that he come out.  News footage shows him being ordered to walk backwards slowly toward the police.  He was then thrown to the ground.  They had this boy... no prior record.  No involvement with the police whatsoever...  up on 17 different felonies.
When he was finally released after 3 days in jail, he returned home a little different.  Gone is his trust in our police force.  Two weeks earlier they (the police) killed an unarmed black man who was trying to get help after a car accident.  I know my thoughts are rambling at this point.  I'm trying to stay on task here.  
I was asked to sing at Temple Church International for the Memorial Service for Jonathan Ferrell, the young accident victim who was murdered by the police.  As I ministered in song about the love of Jesus, I kept seeing the faces of pain in the audience.  They smiled because the anointing on the music brings joy.  But when the music stopped, they began to share their pain.  I heard account after account of mothers talking about their children being killed by police.  I heard them refer to the Charlotte Police Department as an organized gang with the ability to do whatever they want to - that they are beyond reproach.  The only thing that seems to scare them is the press getting involved. The possibility of the world knowing what they truly are. With the death of that unarmed FAMU student who was simply trying to get help after and accident, they didn't want the publicity of making ANOTHER mistake that destroys another young man's life.... 
I recalled running down the street as a teenager and shortly thereafter being on my knees surrounded by badges and guns because there had been a robbery.  I remember hearing one of the cops saying "I honestly believe this is the one" like I wasn't even human.  Like I was some lawless, violent creature roaming the planet.  Their job was catch or exterminate as many as they could.  As I think on it now, I could feel the presence of God even then.  The spirit drove one of the officers to call the dispatcher who gave the description.  I didn't match the description, I was just young and black and that was enough.  I won't dwell on the pain of the past.  I'm glad God protected Tre.  I give God glory because he is truly a gifted young man.  He's a light that the devil is trying to extinguish.  I cover him in prayer this night.  I speak to all the mothers and father's now... Lay your hands on your children and rebuke any attack on their lives.  Call forth the spirit of the most high God in Jesus' name to cover them for the rest of their lives.  It may seem silly.  Your kids may not want to hear that mess... do it anyway.  God says "I am with you alway even until the end of the earth..." He'll be with your children.    

Curt

Livin' this Dream!

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