Yesterday afternoon, on my way home from the prayer vigil gathered by Everett Mitchell at Christ the Solid Rock Church on the east side, I passed by, and was temporarily stopped on East Wash by the protest march as it went from the State Capitol to the scene of Friday night’s shooting. For a moment, I felt like the priest or Levite in the Parable of the Good Samaritan, too focused on where I needed to be and what I needed to do, to enter into the pain and suffering of the moment. Continue reading →