Injustice. Anger. Murder. Mourning. (Repeat.)
It seems the newsfeeds do not change—same story, just different day and different city. But last week it happened in the city of Dallas.
The day after last month’s shootings, I wrote in A Letter to Orlando, “What happened yesterday could have occurred anywhere…in my town, in a nearby school, in a local theater, even in my church. We live our daily lives with a false illusion of safety…” I was not intending to be clairvoyant or prophetic; I was merely trying to empathize. How shocking, sad, and crazy that this time it was in my town.
A heavy cloud of mourning hangs over the entire Dallas-Fort Worth metroplex. Churches in the area have formed and continue to form prayer vigils. Sadness and confusion prevail. Unfortunately, so does anger.