… It’s a myth that our country is more divided than ever before. Contrary to what headlines and social media posts will make you think, there is a powerful uprising of people around this country rolling up our sleeves willing to do the hard work of confronting the limits of our love. People committed to learning from each other’s experiences; not dismissing experiences. People lamenting over each other’s wounds; not evaluating or diminishing wounds...

It's a really rough week right now if you are reading headlines and believing that 50% of Americans are white supremacists, or at least they want one as their leader. If I was a person of color, I'd be feeling a tremendous amount of pain right now. But... (deep breath)

It’s no surprise then that you get a defensive, fearful, stubborn group of believers voting for someone who promises to change the system. Heels dig in. Walls go up. Opinions get stubborn. Lines are drawn. Not only that, many internalize that war not just against them personally and their values, but against God Himself. Battle on. Not me, though.

I had made a promise in 2020 to listen to the voices of minorities, but in just a matter of days, I was feeling the pains of empathy intoxication.

…the fact those are the only two choices is absurd. Another indicator that we’ve lost our reasonableness. So I’ll end my thoughts on a question I think we should all ask: What do we want?

On January 21 2017, when the world watched women passionately march for their beliefs, I sat at home feeling rejected, irrelevant and shamed. I watched the news and witnessed social media explode with photos of women being powerful, making themselves heard. And yet there I sat feeling powerless and unheard because I realized…