I was going to write a different post today.
But there are no right words for a world that is descending into injustice where the rule of law and decency is ignored from street level to the highest offices.
There are no words when we judge based on skin and not on the character of a heart.
When we reject seeing the divine in each of God’s people, we start the downward cycle of rejecting compassion and spinning into the abyss of hatred and violence.
There are no words for times like these. Some rage, some cry, and some wonder why.
And as I sit down to write my city has joined in announcing a curfew – hoping that more enforcement can contain a world primed with fear and hate.
I don’t have an answer or the right words.
But I can’t help but think that we would do better as a nation if we listened more and tried to heal divisions.
I did see an interesting sign of hope. A FaceBook friend reposted a picture the Santa Cruz Police Chief kneeling with the other peaceful protesters in his city. See:
The only thing I know for sure is that healing begins with listening and the willingness to embrace change within ourselves.