Say His Name Victor McElhaney, 21, was a son of Oakland, California, slain near the campus of the University of Southern California. But he was all our son. A murdered American son in a mounting national toll.
It will not come from politicians and assorted poverty pimps whose allegiance is to the powers that be. It will not come from the church, which has lost her prophetic zeal, her voice and purpose. A mostly impotent church that sits fat and mum each Sunday about this catastrophe from which none of Black America is immune. A church that pushes prosperity doctrine, faith conferences and annual church convocations and congresses while the corpses of our sons—and daughters—lie in the streets.
A church that builds multi-million-dollar so-called worship centers topped with grand glowing crosses and sky-piercing spires while it largely has placed on the backburner the building up of temples of flesh and blood and heart and soul. A church that too often ignores the creation of “community,” healing, peace, love and hope and wholeness in neighborhoods they occupy and where gunfire, murder and mayhem reign. A church that has forgotten her first love though a faithful remnant cries in the wilderness—working, praying, fighting, still hoping for change to come. From whence cometh our help?
Our help will not be from some coming Messiah (Barack Obama did not save us), or by prayer alone. Not by sitting on our hands. And yet, I pray: Lord, hear our cry. Say his name...
(Caption: Victor McElhaney, 21, a native of Oakland, California, with his parents Lynette Gibson McElhaney and Clarence McElhaney)