Early this morning, while it was still very dark, I went running. There is not much unusual about that. Most mornings I put on a pair of beat-up shoes and leave my neighborhood and run in and through and out of one subdivision after another. The only thing I have to watch out for is traffic and the occasional curious dog.

 

Today my heart is sick with the violence and pain others experience who go out running…or shopping…or hanging out…or driving…or most anything else because of the color of their skin. I run, I shop, I hang out, I drive, and I do most anything I want to do without much thought about the color of my skin or what that may mean to others. This, I know, is a privilege that is not shared by those who look different than I do. And I am sad because what I give so little attention to, is the very thing those of color must think about every day. Their lives depend upon it, and so they do not have the privilege to simply run, or shop, or hang out, or drive without consideration that it may be dangerous.

 

Like the friends of Job, I am afraid that if I say too much or too little I will only add to the grief and pain of those most wounded. The friends of Job were friends in their silence and shared grief. Only when they started talking did their attempts to comfort turn hurtful.

 

I do not know what to say, but I do know something must be said. I also know that for right now I will sit alongside the ashes of lament of my brothers and sisters, fathers and mothers. Right now I will remember. Right now I will say what I can, even if the words are still insufficient. Right now I will call to mind my students, my church members, my friends, and my neighbors who cannot outrun the hate that has pursued them for much too long.

 

Right now my heart hurts as we continue to drift so far away from Eden.

 

Right now I will run, but not away. I will run with all those who need an ally. I will towards love that is the only power that can confront hate. And I will run for life for those whose lives are so often fragile.

 

I will run for dear life, because life is dear.