Who Will Sit at the Table With Me?

Race matters. People don't want to talk about it and it won't go away. When the human body cuts, it bleeds red. Blood is the same color and all humans have a heart that pumps that blood through a wonderfully created body. So, with that said, let me tell you that people who talk about changing the way things are done are going to have to do a lot more listening and less talking. That is hard work. Listening is hard work.
Angela, Laura, and I continue to listen and absorb emotions blurted through words scattered from mental landscapes. Listening is hard work. Don't think I'm not aware that I've repeated myself - that's purposeful.
Santa Cruz shouted 'hear me' and 'accept me'. Three voices spoke softly the desire to be heard and understood. Listening is hard work because the words lay heavily on our hearts and spirits.
Racism is alive and well in these United States. It will not go away until someone sits down at a table called 'stop this madness'. To sit at this table, preconceived weapons of ethnic, cultural, religious, and racial hatreds must be set aside. I bring myself to this table, hurting and angry but tired of the fight; and, reconciliation is important to me (not to everyone).
I am reminded that as a follower of Jesus Christ, He is all there is. No barriers are to exist between His followers. The rules of hatred and segregation don't exist. That changes things doesn't it?
Who will sit at this table with me?
Who will set their weapons aside and trust that something good will come of genuine unselfish dialogue?
Who will put aside their ....

Oh, well, we're off to San Francisco to listen some more.