God revealed something to me last Thanksgiving that is resurfacing now. Amidst the turmoil of ongoing injustices against black bodies the expected miscarriage of justice regarding Breonna Taylor's murder (is there even justice for the dead?) this insidious drama with Tory Lanez, the man who shot Megan Thee Stallion the reality that we are entering the 7-month of quasi-quarantining and the future is yet uncertain and the personal strife many of us are dealing with that is exacerbated by political and social discord I found myself coming back to what God spoke to me last year: "Time's Up!" I don't have anything profound to say in this post beyond Time's up for expecting people and systems to be anything other that what they are--what they've been. Time's up for expecting forced accountability to save *us. Time's up for holding folks who don't hold us back. Time's up for investing in people and institutions where the ROI is limited or
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