Praying for peace in Baltimore tonight. It's such a beautiful night here, and I'm safe and warm and have enough of everything I need. I've never been judged for my skin color, never been afraid of the people who were supposed to protect me. And sometimes it's shamefully easy to look at other people and shake your head in righteous indignation.
I'd rather be heartbroken. I'd rather approach people from a place of sorrow than a place of judgement. I would rather recognize the tragic mistakes being made tonight by precious people made in the image of God, than to be the one who blasphemes by calling His children animals. I'd rather pray for His voice than add mine to the noise.