To my beloved brothers and sisters...
There's a certain kind of grief that invokes silence. For several days I've watched our interactions, much like a child who is present as his parents argue.. the pain is deep. I pray it doesn't become calloused. Yet, I feel I must speak. Not to give voice to the clamor, but as an appeal to reasonableness. In light of our witness to a watching world, and an ever present God, I ask you, my friends, to forebear...