I believe that following Jesus should leave me more compassionate, not less. It’s really that simple.
The death of a person you shared your life with immediately places you in a very specific community: you become a survivor.
This is a pivot point for our shared story, the greatest national fracture of our lifetimes.
When you lose someone you love, you forever realize the singular, irreplaceable gift that time with them was.
This isn’t a new performance we’re witnessing, it’s a terrible rerun.
And the thing is, I even love them enough to see how terrified they are.
This has nothing to do with a political victory.
It has been beautiful and horrible—and it’s rarely been easy.
I’m not OK with a political party beholden to guns—and a President beholden to them.
America is increasingly lonely.
They do nothing but hold space and give a little false hope to people who are slowly drowning.
It’s allowing your future to be determined by other people and pretending that’s a moral victory.
It is not a political affiliation that moves me, but a moral conviction, a spiritual agitation.
I gotta hand it to you, that’s a profound dissonance to maintain.
May more white Christians in America come to believe that the sky is not falling, because they know the One who holds up the sky.
I suppose humanity feels radical to inhumane people.