I dreamed of fire last night.
It’s just a dream I told myself.
But it wasn’t.
Last night fires raged with voices demanding justice all across our country. Fires that have been smoldering in the hearts and souls of those who have suffered every day in an unjust system. A system designed to benefit some and oppress most.
And some are surprised.
Surprised that there was this amount of suffering in our country, in our city. Surprised to come face to face with their privilege, their participation in a system that harms so many.
I dreamed of fire last night.
The night of Pentecost Sunday.
Come Spirit of Truth, burn within us the compassion to listen and courage to act to let justice roll down.