I’m part of the Justice for All March and Rally protesting the killing of black sons and the impunity of police.
I’m struck by a young boy’s hand-made sign saying simply – “Am I next?”
Instead families are serious, intent. They stand stoically almost prayerfully. In fact, when an invocation is offered, silence spreads across the crowd. Heads are bowed and strangers hold hands - one with another.
"Hear us, O Lord."
Because after you scrape away the seasonal glitter and the abundance under the tree, what remains?
Slowly, a smile tweaks across my face. It’s gotta be the practice of loving one another and walking for justice in this world.
I think to myself, "God help us. And of course, God is...."