The past two weeks. It has almost been too much to bear, all the heartache. All the hatred and the hurting and brokenness everywhere we turn. It is too much. I am tempted to shut it out: turn off the news, avoid the rapid-fire of social media politicking. Sink into my own comfortable life, where my biggest inconveniences of the day revolve around the fact that we have too many clothes to wash in our HE washer in our house with electricity and running water. Continue about my day to day life, free from stigma of skin color, free from fear of opression and violence.
What can I do about all that is wrong in this world? I am often paralyzed by insignificance. I don’t work in a job where I make or carry out policy. I know nothing about medicine. I am not educated about how to approach issues of race in this country. I don’t have the means to travel abroad or adopt an orphan. I don’t know any refugees.When God allows our hearts to be broken, what is it for? It can’t just be so that we feel sad for a few minutes or days until we forget. ….
Kathleen M. Basi 