I recently came across a photograph of a 17th century triptych of the Virgin and Child. It was from Ethiopia and they were blackety, black, black. Everybody was. Mary was black. Baby Jesus was black, all the apostles were black, even the angels were black. And they all had ‘fros! Even Jesus hung there on the cross with his goatee and crown of thorns pressed into his afro.

This picture was the graphic used to promote a 2017 article by Dr. David D. Daniels, the Henry winters Luce Professor of World Christianity at McCormick Theological Seminary. Published by Religion News Service in commemoration of the 500 year anniversary of the Reformation, Daniels’ article informed readers that Luther’s reformation was inspired by the oldest church on the planet—the Ethiopian Church, which preceded the Roman Catholic church.  

As our nation lurches toward the demographic shift projected to arrive within the next 20 years, legislatures across the south and mid-west are attempting to legislate society back to the days when white men’s dominance was assumed and enforced. Books by BIPOC, women and queer authors are being banned, histories told from the experience of the oppressed are being outlawed, and we have witnessed with our own eyes an entire political party’s defense of unequal application of the rule of law. In the background, increased occurrences of unusual climate disasters are ripping towns apart while daily reports capture recurring footage of children running from schools shot up by mass murderers—killers protected under the legal cover of nonsensical gun protections that intentionally leave people exposed.

When I was a young evangelical, my youth group buddies whispered about the coming tribulation and the rapture. In recent days, I’ve heard similar whispers from Christian friends and family. And I must say, I’ve been tempted to look at the panoply of predicaments and think: “Maybe the end is near.”

I’ve come to believe it is.

The end of the world, as we know it, is near.

The end of the domination of white patriarchy is near.

And the gyrations within our society are its last dying gulps.

As the leviathan of white patriarchy writhes before our eyes, it can be tempting in this chaos to think there is nothing beyond what we have known. There is no United States beyond the white male-led US. There is no church beyond White male, cis, straight-led church. There is no Mary beyond white virgin Mary. There is no Jesus beyond blond Swedish Jesus.

If this is one’s view of the world, then the end of white patriarchy means the end—period. Everything becomes meaningless. Life becomes meaningless. Death becomes meaningless. God becomes meaningless. There is no hope.

This is the hopelessness of Good Friday.

There, on the cross, hung the king of the kingdom of God. Bloodied by empire, there hung Jesus. Dazzled by the spectacle of white supremacist Rome, no one recognized the divinity within Jesus’ broken, bloodied brown body.

This is how the Black church feels right now. This is how the Latino church feels right now. This is how the Asian-American church feels right now. This is how the queer church feels right now. This is how the disabled church feels right now. This is now the asylum-seeking and immigrant church feels right now. This is how the womanist and feminist church feels right now. This is how the poor church feels right now.

Broken and bloodied by the hierarchies of human belonging that were conceived, established, entrenched and protected by empire—the body of Christ has been pummeled by white male hegemony posing as if it was the church since Emperor Constantine held a cross with a sword 2000 years ago.

In Florida, empire’s faithful are posing as if they are the body of Christ as they strip books from shelves and silence the stories rising from images of God in non-white, non-male, non-cis, non-straight, non-rich bodies. And Florida is not alone. Across the American South and Midwest and in corners of all 50 states, the majority of the white church in the U.S. today are actively trying to make God’s world in their image.

Imperial faith is all we’ve ever known.

But the mask has slipped and the disillusioned are fleeing formerly hallowed halls; wondering if the end is near.

Remember, before there was imperial faith, there was the Ethiopian triptych.

On Good Friday the sky went dark and the world felt like it was coming to an end.

On Sunday morning dazzling angels said to the women, “Why do you look for the living among the dead?”

What if the broken and bloodied body of Christ is indeed rising again? What if the end of white male Christendom is near?

Let all who have breath say, “Hallelujah! The body of Christ is rising. We are rising indeed!”