I’m tired here in my comfortable home, tired from my regular life--far from the fires, the upset, the looting in cities across America following the death of George Floyd.
I pray for the unrest, the protesters--I pray for peace. For the police officers. I pray for a nonviolent resolution. I pray for young black men whose mothers worry when they step out wearing hoodies.
Life is unfair. I hope it can become less so. But my word hope feels so thin and feeble compared to the fires and fight out on the streets now, the way people are pouring their hearts into it.
Good night.
I pray for the unrest, the protesters--I pray for peace. For the police officers. I pray for a nonviolent resolution. I pray for young black men whose mothers worry when they step out wearing hoodies.
Life is unfair. I hope it can become less so. But my word hope feels so thin and feeble compared to the fires and fight out on the streets now, the way people are pouring their hearts into it.
Good night.
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