It’s not that I think I have anything new or amazing to say. No deep insights, no magic words.
In the face of senseless violence and devastating hate, what is there to say?
But we’ve got to say something. As powerless and helpless and angry and sad as we feel, we’ve got to say something, even if it’s just this prayer:
To my brothers and sisters who are lesbian, gay, bi, trans, and queer: You are loved. You are beautiful and precious children of God, made in God’s own image. Your country and your church have let you down and shoved you down too many times. We have failed you.
We have a gun problem in this country. We have a hate problem and a fear problem. I don’t know how to fix them. Sometimes I don’t know how or what to pray.
Here’s what I know: hate and fear do not have the last word. Violence and bigotry do not have the last word. Love has the last word. Love wins–Jesus wins, the grace and forgiveness and new life promised to us in Jesus win–every single time.
I also know that when we lack the words to speak our grief or anger or pain, sometimes we find songs that give us the words we need. Glennon Doyle Melton lifted up this song yesterday. So, know that you are loved, brothers and sisters, and let it ring.
How can I be a better ally?