May His favor be upon you
And a thousand generations
Your family and your children
And their children, and their children

There are no words for watching your firstborn son watch his firstborn son play on the resting place of his grandfather. Such emotion has no voice. 

The images 

Searing, hopeful, alarming, indelible 

Many from yesterday’s protest in Houston 

One inescapable 

A young man repeatedly shouting “Pig” at a police officer 

Spewing profanities inches from her protective face shield 

This is wrong, too.

These are my friends. They rescue the trafficked, trapped and used, in our city. They keep me safe in my pew. They are hardworking parents. They love their city. 

This is wrong. 

This...

Because there are too many voices drowning out the only ones that matter. 

Because my voice seems insignificant right now, but my prayers are not. 

Listen closely to my prayer, O LORD; hear my urgent cry.    Psalm 86:6 NLT