I, too, once loved those statues, not so long ago. I thought they stood for resilience and pride, for the other side of every story, for a nation grappling with the sorrows of its own rending.
We were all born to be better. We were made to receive the love of God and to be with other people. There is no limit to the goodness you and I are meant to behold and to reflect, no end to the joy and love we can spread.
Every day I become more and more aware of the little ways that I excuse my own prejudicial thoughts and behaviors—while protecting my privilege. And I’m haunted by the times that I didn’t speak up.
When someone has a heart for injustice that means they are reflecting the compassion, mercy, and empathy of God. They are being a voice for those who have no voice, they are advocating for those who are outcasts, oppressed, or abused.