It's a challenging time to serve a church in the United States. The past day--indeed the past year--has been a test of patience and faith. Some things feel like a crisis, like the world could rip apart any moment. Some things feel like a long and slow march through a desert. I reckon that sounds familiar.
The window of my office, paned by crosses, overlooking a derelict garage, reminds me of something bigger than myself. It reminds me that Christ sees the brokenness of the world everyday, and pours out love for it still. It reminds me that Christ will always stand between me and my struggles. It reminds me of my responsibility to care for people even when it is difficult and even when people can be ugly.
I can't save the world. That's not in my hands. But I can at least show grace, one person at a time, and invite others to do the same.
Where ever you are, and whatever your stripe, be kind to people today.