Crying for Sunday Afternoons
That’s the way peace will be made—even if at a glacial pace. That’s the way society will united—or at last some seams repaired. That’s the way wrongs will become right: when we lean into our prejudice and choose what is right. Whether we ever change our culture, we can change our own hearts and maybe the heart of one new friend at a time. Even if at first we hesitate for a second or two, when we choose to do the right thing, we stop the inertia of evil, the progress of hate. It might be awkward or wobbly at first, but we can get where we’re supposed to go. And we can get there with new friends.