I’ve been silent over here on the blog, but pen and pencil have continued scratching and scrolling in my journals. I’ve worried in degrees of ego and service that the season of my writing, and its selective exposure, might be coming to an end. I’ve wrangled with the self-centeredness of that struggle, and I’ve prayed for the fear of going silent to be outweighed by God’s purpose to be done in me. In my writing. In my life.
And then, this happens.
This horrific hatred and killing. And all I can hear in my silence with God is, “The sin in the one of us is the sin in all of us.” Quickly and assuredly, the striking commonality in being human is followed with yet more powerful words of redemption and hope.
The love in the One of us is the love in all of us.