I was too young to remember the 60’s. As a toddler I only cared about nap time, snacks and my Tonka trucks. I was innocent while the world around me exploded with violence, riots, racial tension and war.
I remember my father later telling me about the times, what he felt when Kennedy was assassinated and then Martin Luther King. It wasn’t black. It wasn’t white. It was just wrong and he felt it.
That’s how I feel today.
With just a few minutes of network news and I’m longing again for those days of innocence. I wish I could pull the covers over my head and pretend that I was in a fort, hidden away from the world. With a little time, maybe I could fall asleep and it would all go away.
Trying to UnderstandI admit, I’ll never understand what it means to have a gun in my face, colored by implication. Nor will I understand the pressure of those who are charged with keeping the law. But I do understand the need to engage in conversations and actions that bring peace for our land.
Not knowing what else to do, I’m on my knees today. I’m praying for my good friends who are black, who are hurt and fearful, even angry. “God, give them courage to not give in, to not give up. Help them stand for righteousness and to trust you.”
I’m praying for my good friends who are in law enforcement. “God, give them safety. Give them wisdom in difficult situations.”
Beyond black. Beyond blue. What really matters is we all need God now more than ever.
(Photo courtesy Trinidad, TX, Police Department)