Morning prayer at the retreat house

Waiting in silence for breakfast. Spending some time “away from the world,” I haven’t consumed as much news or social media as per usual, and that has made the few photos I did see of torches in the night and hand-to-hand combat in the streets all the more shocking. I’m holding two things in prayer this morning. First, while we can say that this ugliness hurts us all, and that’s true, my heart is breaking for those directly targeted, for whom this comes on top of the racist acts and thoughts, subtle or not, they encounter every day. O, my sisters and brothers! Also, I’m looking into my own heart and asking myself what things I do (or fail to do) that contribute to the racism that still pervades our world. I want to be better than that.