My Book of Uncommon Prayers: Numb

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There is a numbness after so many shootings,

so many senseless deaths, so much brazen brutality.

How many lives,

how many more mayhem moments?

So much fear. But

it is like you have to distance yourself from it to feel secure. It was another state, another city far away. It was mostly Hispanics and blacks, and I’m not. It was mostly gay people, and I’m not. It was in Florida, and I’m not, so

I will it to feel other

so I can believe that my little world is still safe.

But is it? When they come for one, they come for all.

When one suffers cruel injustice, we all do.

Lord, help.

 

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