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Woke Guilt.

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White guilt.
Being woke.
Markers of our feeble, self-centered attempts to fix the wrongs of our world.
Then we think, don't be too guilty though because that's a burden.
Don't try too hard to be woke because that's annoying.
If we try to be what we think we need to be, we'll be worse versions of ourselves.

We can look for acceptance in each of these things.
I'm clearly woke cause I married an Asian guy. oh and I can check more diversity woke-card boxes if you want. Just ask!
If I complain about annoying white people before you do, then I can clear myself from white guilt... because I clearly get it and am working hard to fight injustices by complaining about people.

I'm thankful we can't make ourselves right.
We can lay down our self-imposed identity at the foot of the cross.
I can't measure up to woke-ness.
I can't be held back by guilt.
Jesus takes both of those, He gives us a light and easy burden.
I have the privilege and responsibility to fight for justice.
He lifts our eyes from ourselves, gives us His righteousness.
So let's keep our eyes on the cross. 

 Christ gives us relief from our self-absorbed worries about measuring up. We can use that freedom to listen to others. We are then not only able to grow and deepen our perspectives, we also receive freedom from proving ourselves.

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