Yesterday, I intended to share pictures of a recent family hike, but after discovering the tragically-familiar events in Ferguson on Sunday evening, that post seemed hollow. I just couldn't bring myself to gush about the beauty of nature when yet another young man had been shot (and initially denied medical attention) on the anniversary of Mike Brown's death.
Every week, there seems to be a new name and another life to mourn. Sunday night, I could hardly sleep, and spent most of Monday offline for the sake of my sanity. After checking in Monday evening, I was greeted by the news that more peaceful protestors had been arrested, and my heart sank even further.
All I could think to do was pray and read my bible, so I searched for Psalm 37, a chapter that has been giving me great comfort for the better part of this year. Verses five and six, in particular, practically jumped off the page because I thought immediately of the activists who are putting their lives on the line daily for equality, and have been met with violence, slander, and vitriol. Being on the side of truth and justice often means parrying blows from those who wickedly seek to maintain the status quo.
Still, these brave men and women have inspired myself and countless others, and I've no doubt they'll continue to do so. They have sparked a movement that is moving our country forward and making it better for all of us. May God bless them and protect them as they do this work.