a walk through the park. taco brunch. some Christmas decorations, hanging on. one large coffee for the both of us. knit hats, black gloves. January in the city - still one of the most beautiful things to behold.
Over the last few days, I've spent a lot of time cheering voices that feel as I do about the decisions our country has made, and protesting in the ways that address my own convictions. I've also spent a lot of time listening to the voices unlike my own - those who rage for other reasons, other experiences that have not been mine. I love so many on both sides of the aisle. My heart has broken for too many reasons to get into at length.
But here is where I stand. This is my voice, small as it is. I believe in human dignity, the goodness of people, even in - especially in - great darkness. I believe in loving our neighbors. Doing what we can, as individuals and as groups, to heal the broken. Developing actionable policies that show respect for our brothers and sisters, for the world we live in. The free press and the victory of truth. Moving forward in hope, not fear. A powerful God who is bigger than all of this, but in it, too.
On this I stake my life - that if I live in the name of Christ, my pursuit is one of justice and mercy. And if required to choose one before the other, my God has shown himself to favor the latter. This is the path I will follow.