We need an altar call that invites us into a third way and an aisle that leads us to the love of neighbor. We need a raised hand declaring the decision to live for good news that is good for all people.
On election night, I took my first, deep breath in weeks. And today, I wrote a prayer to read now and in the coming months when the next vote is needed, the next march is organized, and the next disaster comes to hijack our confidence in humanity.
Most of us are not monsters; we are just lost in the hate-inducing, time-wasting arguments that are not nearly as effective as parables.