I haven’t written a blog post in a long time. I feel like something has died within me and it’s difficult to express myself these days. Sure, I can still preach, but that’s not the same thing as revealing the contents of my noodle. It has been nothing but mush for months now. I can’t tell you if I’m exhausted or depressed or angry or scared or what. Mostly, I’m just trying to cope. I’m feeling crushed from the weight of the silent menace that is lurking in the air that we breathe, the senseless killing of black and brown people and the systemic racism that continues to support it, all the people I care about who are caught in the mess of our schools right now, the impending election and threats from our president to invalidate it, the deep political divide between me and people I love. My faith is mightily being tested, and I’m trying my hardest to cling to threads of hope right now.
I keep thinking about things I want to say, but when I look
around, it feels like others are saying those things better than I could right
now. Meaning, they are finding words that elude me. I know this isn’t much of a
blog post, but some have been wondering why they haven’t heard from my noodle in
a while, and that’s all I got.
