Why I cry
I cry not because I knew him but because he was created in the image of God
I cry not because he was perfect but because his worth was disregarded
I cry not because I know his mother but because I know sitting on the phone praying your loved one comes home.
I cry not because he was my brother but because I see my brothers in him.
I cry not because I care about an agenda but because people are unjustly treated and killed
I cry not because I’m too sensitive but because I refuse to be numb to the loss of life.
I cry not because I’m giving up but because my tears are my resistance, my tears are my lament.
I cry and will continue to cry until we finally experience the fullness of God’s justice and restoration.