For American Christians, the fight for equality and justice
in the United States is a deep-seated obligation
Not Just to Do Right, but a MORAL IMPERATIVE to Undo Wrongs
American Christians who don’t understand that obligation, don’t understand their national culture and their history  – especially for white Christian Americans.

Especially when white Christian Americans know about the anti-human rights forces which have acted, and justified their crimes against humanity as “Christian.”

Some have let the voices of pride speak louder than the voice of humility.
Some have allowed the focus of privilege to define their lives, rather than charity.
But those who have lived through the fight to make our nation free know.

There is no burden in working for our brothers and sisters.
There is no comfort greater than our moral compass and conscience.
Finally, some of the pages are beginning to turn in the long struggle of making history.

We remember the slaveholders. We remember the racist white supremacists. We remember those with no shame and no conscience. But let us also never forget the hundreds of thousands who fought against such evil, and died fighting such crimes against humanity. Not just because they were Americans, but because it was the right thing to do.

That is the spirit of America that our nation needs to find again.

And from one of the small watchfires in the many camps for freedom and justice, I just wanted to say thank you, Julia Ward Howe

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Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord;
He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored;
He hath loosed the fateful lightning of His terrible swift sword:
His truth is marching on.

(Chorus)
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
His truth is marching on.

I have seen Him in the watch-fires of a hundred circling camps,
They have builded Him an altar in the evening dews and damps;
I can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps:
His day is marching on.

(Chorus)
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
His day is marching on.

I have read a fiery gospel writ in burnished rows of steel:
“As ye deal with my contemners, so with you my grace shall deal”;
Let the Hero, born of woman, crush the serpent with his heel,
Since God is marching on.

(Chorus)
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Since God is marching on.

He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat;
He is sifting out the hearts of men before His judgment-seat;
Oh, be swift, my soul, to answer Him! Be jubilant, my feet!
Our God is marching on.

(Chorus)
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Our God is marching on.

In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea,
With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me.
As He died to make men holy, let us die to make men free,
While God is marching on.

(Chorus)
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
While God is marching on.

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