My heart hurts.
It aches for the men who are shot without cause, for the loved ones who witness it and the children who are forced to grow up too fast, for the officers who don’t receive proper training, for the legal system that isn’t able to admit their wrongdoing, for the viewers who will watch but won’t change.
Lord, break our hearts. Change our words. Build our relationships. Bring our community together.
Is not this the kind of fasting I have chosen:
to loose the chains of injustice
and untie the cords of the yoke,
to set the oppressed free
and break every yoke?
– Isaiah 58:6
Yes, this is about Philando Castile and Alton Sterling. But it’s about so much more.
It’s about you. It’s about me. It’s about the racism present in our own thoughts and preconceived notions. It’s about how those snap judgments effect our actions and how we choose to change those thoughts.
Will we live in the comfort of our limited worldview? Or will we venture into learning about the injustices that we perpetuate and the lies present in our own hearts?
Dare to step into discomfort for the harsh realities our brothers and sisters face daily.