More often than not, my experience has been that whiteness sees love as a prize it is owed, rather than a moral obligation it must demonstrate.
This book should be required reading. And this sentence should break every white person who has sat in an American church and felt that anything was owed to them.
The ease with which the white church has love at it’s fingertips and on it’s lips, while behaving in immoral, deplorable, ungracious, disgusting ways fills me with amazement. This is not a political statement. This is just a statement of what I’ve seen.
I am guilty.
I am guilty of expecting. Of holding my hands out and thinking someone should lay something in them.
Instead, I will continue to push myself to be more loving. To show more love in all it’s ways. Compassion. Grace. Courage. Apology.