Open our eyes, O God. We seem so resolute in proving that we are not racist that we seemingly cannot take in information that should split and break our hearts. Why is this? Are we worried about being found out? Are we worried that we are not good? What is the value in our continual denials? I know racism finds a place deep within me. It festers and grows so that I can easily do the intellectual gymnastics for a place like Ferguson, Missouri, but find it difficult to accept the gifts and the capability and the different wisdom of someone who sits across the table. I have no balance. I am either too indulgent or too judgmental. Root it out! And root it out of us. We cannot continue killing our young black men with no self-reflection, no repentance, and no commitment to be something else. We have been this way for so long, I fear we cannot find a way out. Heal the wounded hearts of Michael Brown's family. Let their pain and anger sit with us so that they know our hearts reach out to theirs. Do not let us come to unity so quickly . . . so that justice may be done . . . systems change . . . and fear dissipates. Finally, make it so. Amen.
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