Powerful words.

I’ve seen these words on the social media pages of my white friends all day long. On the day we’ve chosen to honor the life of the man who fought for justice for us all.

Friends who attack those who supported Hillary Clinton and Barack Obama. And continually attack anyone who hasn’t vowed allegiance to the President-Elect and what they feel he stands for.

Friends who post memes that shame anyone who has in the past, or is currently, taking advantage of the SNAP program in order to feed their families.

Friends who call anyone who is gay, an abomination to God and man.

Friends who label anyone who has had an abortion, murderer and baby killer.

Friends who have dismissed the fears of minorities, refugees, the disabled, and victims of sexual assault, calling them snowflakes and pansies.

Friends who say racism isn’t an issue any longer and blame Black Americans for perpetuating the problem.

Friends who have insulted and mocked certain celebrities for using their platforms to speak to what they feel strongly about, while at the same time applauding others for doing the same, simply because it lines up with their own moral construct.

Friends who call for unity, all the while sowing discord, yet not seeing it as such because they have the agreement of those who are of the same mind.

Somewhere along the way, we’ve lost the meaning of those very important words. We’ve taken to our respective corners with a win at all costs mantra. We’ve drawn lines in the sand, daring those with different opinions and beliefs, to cross them. At their own risk.

We’ve decided that one party is the way of Christ, while the other is a swift slide down to the dark side. We’ve conflated love and darkness, excusing the insults, the shaming, the denigrating of others because we speak the truth in love.


Love is patient, love is kind. It is not jealous, love is not pompous, it is not inflated.
It is not rude, it does not seek its own interests,
it is not quick tempered, it does not brood over injury.
It does not rejoice over wrongdoing but rejoices with the truth.
It bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.
Love never fails.


Which truth and which love do we speak?

The truth of those with stones of righteous indignation in their hands, or the truth of the one who writes Love in the sand?


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