I use words all the time. My calling and my vocation demand the use of words. I write, speak, and persuade, I offer encouragement, exhortation, challenge, and hopefully comfort with…words. I have never lacked for words, and often I am more careless with my words than I will ever realize. However, finding the words to talk about the tragic death of George Floyd and the hurt and pain my black brothers and sisters are experiencing have escaped me. Maybe it’s because I haven’t fully processed the events of the past two weeks. Maybe it’s because I have never had to deal with the topic of racism, justice, hurt, pain, and a host of other adjectives and emotions our nation is experiencing at the level I am experiencing now. I still don’t seem to have the words needed, and I don’t know what to say, but I want to begin to find those words.
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