Mourning for Dallas

I live in Fort Worth, some thirty miles west of Dallas. Today I am one with my sisters and brothers in Big D. I grieve with them for the death of five police officers and the wounding of seven others last night. This tragedy on top of the horrific killing of innocent black men in Louisiana and Minnesota, the mass slaughter in Orlando and in Bagdad, causes me to throw up my hands and cry to God “When will it stop? When will we learn to love one another instead of hating and fearing those who look different or believe differently in you than we do?”

A community prayer service was just held in Dallas’s Thanksgiving Square. I caught part of it on television and found it tremendously moving. Blacks and whites, Christians and Muslims, police, city officials and civilians came together to pray for the victims of last night’s shooting, for Dallas and our nation. If only all Americans, all human beings, would come together like this, what a beautiful world we might build.