Feel free to ignore if you're just plain overwhelmed by it all. But I'll just toss this into the Charleston tragedy salad, then get back to watering the tomatoes...
I read a post earlier on a friend's FB page from someone I don't know who said after yesterday they refused to help an elderly gentleman who was clearly having trouble getting into their car in the heat because "his car had a Confederate flag plate."
Folks, the day you deny aid to someone because they have a rebel flag, or an Obama sticker, or rainbow sticker a Star of David ... or, Lord help me, a Gamecock flag ... on their car is the day you need to stop and look deep in your own heart. You want to end the divide in America? It starts with you. It starts with me.
It starts where you know deep inside it needs to start.
That spot is different for all of us, but it is somewhere inside. It's a moving target that only you and God know about. And only you and God can change. Don't wait for the government or the church or that other guy with the American flag decal on his windshield and the Tiger paw on his tag. This one starts in the mirror.
The day you refuse to help someone is the day you can say you chose to keep the chasm open. And you forfeit your right to complain about the way things are.