My heart broke as I watched the news reports of the tragic shooting that took place June 18th, in a church down the street from where David and I stayed last summer.
The devil came to kill but he couldn’t destroy.
What I love most about the people of Charleston is their unity. Charlestonians don’t run and blame, thy pull together, pray and forgive. What the devil meant for harm, God is already using for good.
Below is a post I wrote last year about the wonderful people of Charleston.
This past weekend I took my hubby on a surprise weekend for his birthday. We traveled to the charming historic city of Charleston South Carolina. I have family roots there running as deep as those belonging to the giant oak trees gracing the Battery which made the visit a treat for both of us.
We started off by eating our way through the streets of Charleston. I love to eat and I’m here to tell you, they’ve got some “good eats” in the Low Country and everything’s smothered in sweet southern hospitality. Our first day I devoured the best shrimp and grits I’ve eaten in my life!
If the food was tasty, Charleston’s history could be described as bittersweet. By today’s standards some of her backstory is anything other than politically correct.
David and I took several tours to soak in the many flavors of Charleston or Charles Towne, (Pre-Revolutionary War name). When it comes to the past, Charlestonians tell it like it is (was)!
They don’t try to hide it and they don’t rewrite it. They don’t erase it. They embrace it.
With grace and respect they educate the public on the good and not so good – from Charleston’s most valiant Revolutionary War days through the Civil War era which saw some of the darkest days this country has ever known. With attention to detail the facts are delivered giving dignity and honor to those souls who saw neither in this life.
Because of the way Charlestonians handle their past their present is healthy and the future is promising. I think maybe that’s how God wants us to handle our past (history) as well.
Sure, many of us want to leave our yesteryear and live in the present year (and we should) but we shouldn’t have to throw a blanket over our past and hide it.
God uses every part of our lives to make us who we are. That’s our testimony. And I believe God wants us to use our junk to help others with theirs.
1 Corinthians 3-5 says, …”He comes along side us when we go through hard times so that we can be there for that person just as God was there for us.” (MSG)
Every last one of us has a history that can be beneficial to someone else if we’re willing.
So let us not keep our history a mystery but be like the Charlstonians and share how far we’ve come by God’s grace.
Just for fun I thought I’d share a few historical facts I learned this weekend.
- The difference in a graveyard and a cemetery? Only graveyards are next to a church.
- Only those who are native to Charleston can be buried in the graveyards.
- Francis Marion (the Swamp Fox, of the Revolutionary War) was the great, great grandfather to our Special Forces Army Rangers of today.
- No humans were ever bought or sold in the Charleston Slave Market. The market was a place where slaves could sell their wares in order to purchase their freedom.
- The first shots fired in the Civil War were fired from Charleston’s Fort Sumter. There were no casualties.
Looking forward to going BACK to Charleston!
Please join me in continued prayer for all those who lost loved ones at Emanuel African Methodist Episcopal Church, as well as the entire Holy City of Charleston.