Over the Horizon

Yesterday I shared my heart, and you shared yours right back.
I am deeply moved by your show of solidarity, and grateful for your words of love and support for your hurting brothers and sisters. Continue sharing that love and showing support for the next several days, weeks, months, and years. Don’t stop, even when you grow weary.
Yesterday, I felt burdened and pensive. Today I feel optimistic. I can see hope rising over the horizon. Can you see it? Can you feel it? It’s brilliant and warm and breaking through the darkness. Brighter days are coming. I just know it.
You did that. You gave me hope. You listened, you shared, you learned, and you spoke up.
You saw me.
Some of you even took time to see yourself in a way you hadn’t before. Continue on the path of intentionality to a place of racial reconciliation. Recognize the true enemy. It’s a long and bumpy road, so make friends along the way. Make a friend that looks different from you, comes from a different place than you, and can share different experiences than you have.
Make this a revival of God’s people!
Ask God to open your eyes and see anything you may have missed before. Ask Him to show you what to do, or say, or even how to simply love others the way they need to be loved.
“With this faith, we will be able to transform the jangling discourse of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith, we will be able to speed up the day when all of God's children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and live together as brothers and sisters, all over this great nation. That will be a great day, that will be a great tomorrow. In the words of the Scripture, to speak symbolically, that will be the day when the morning stars will sing together and the sons of God will shout for joy.” -Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.
“And we know that God causes everything to work together for the good of those who love God and are called according to his purpose for them.” -Romans 8:28
Make those deaths mean something.
Choose love.
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