It Ends With Us

Its been hard to find my words around the event and aftermath of George Floyd’s horrific and fatal encounter with the police in South Minneapolis over the holiday weekend (and all the names his story represents).

In some ways, I think that’s the point. It’s not my time to speak, but to LISTEN. To elevate the voices of my black and brown family members, friends, coworkers, pastors, influencers, and educators because I believe their message is falling on fresh ears (Lord let it be). I believe the WORLD is finally HEARING what has been a people’s cry for generations. Some of us for the first time. Most of us in new ways. All of us with a decision to make:

》》As our vision clears like the smokey haze lifting after nights of devastating riots…How will we live differently? What part will we commit to playing in the solution? 》》

This is where I believe voices like mine DO need to be found: Initiating frank and honest conversations around dining room tables, living rooms, and offices. Un-learning what we didnt think we thought, and actually learning what we thought we already knew. Remaining genuinely curious. Getting comfortable in the uncomfortable. Speaking up for what’s right. Asking good questions. Fumbling through conversations we’ve previously avoided or skirted around. Operating in humility. Making mistakes and learning from them. Not moving on when the media does. Doing it all with a love that’s beyond (yet within) us.

These are all areas I want to do better. Because we must. It ends with us.