Add your voice to those speaking out against hatred and violence


People of faith all over the country are speaking out against the bigotry and hatred that ended in death in Charlottesville, Virginia, over the weekend. If you would like to add your comments, thoughts, reflections, please send to And, please attach a photo of yourself. Below are submissions from Jacob Snowden, president of the Abilene Interfaith Council, and Jen Rogers, a counselor with the International Rescue Committee and a social activist.


Jacob Snowden

President, Abilene Interfaith Council

The events of this past weekend in Charlottesville, Virginia, are deeply disturbing and saddening. The rally to “unite the right,” summoning white supremacist groups around the monuments of civil war figures, is indicative of a desire to celebrate and retain a history of racial violence and division. The Abilene Interfaith Council condemns the bigotry, hatred, and division represented by the events of this past weekend. Furthermore, we will continue to promote understanding and peace for the diverse people of Abilene and the Big Country regardless of religion and race. While we are confronted with the injury of the weekend, we pray for greater unity and compassion for our future.


Jen Rogers

The emboldened racism on the streets of Charlottesville should both appall us and cause us to look within ourselves and our communities. It should lead us into response in our homes, work, and places of worship. It should cause us to bring and be light to shine in the darkness, to call out hate, and to be agents of peace and reconciliation. It should ask to to genuinely reflect on the ways we, even if unintentionally, contribute to racism in our communities. It calls us all to be active participants in fighting hate and racism. We cannot assume that this is a problem outside of ourselves and our community. Instead, we should be committed to address this in all of our circles of life. It may mean that we call out people we love or stop jokes and snide comments. It may mean that we get to know people in our community outside our spheres of influence. There are a million things it could mean. But if we ignore it or remain silent, we allow it to grow and we condone it by our inactivity.


Don Wilson

Pastor, First Christian Church

The hate-filled, sinful actions of white supremacists in Charlottesville, Virgina, have me thinking of a Christian martyr who once said to a persecuting king, “You may deal us many fierce blows O King, but you must remember that the Church of Jesus Christ is an anvil that has outworn many a hammer.” So may the power of love outlast every blow that hatred and bigotry flings against it. Even more, may love shout even louder for justice, dignity and peace.


Cliff Stewart

Pastor, First Central Presbyterian Church

“I have freed a thousand slaves, but I could have freed a thousand more if they knew they were slaves.”—Underground railroader Harriet Tubman

“If you’re not outraged, you’re not paying attention.” Heather Heyer’s last post on Facebook before being murdered in Charlottesville on Saturday.

As a pastor in our Abilene community, I want to reflect on the disturbing rise of racial violence and tension that has come once again to our awareness in the recent clash of protesters in Charlottesville, Virginia.

A young student in our church emailed me on Saturday evening asking me to include Charlottesville in our pastoral prayers on Sunday morning. Of course, I said yes. When I saw the student who requested this after church I thanked him for his asking. He said he had been on Twitter after the violent confrontation between protesting white nationalists and those who were standing up against these racist protestations. The buzz around Twitter was how important it was that pastors all around the country say something in our Sunday services about our concern.

Many of us (myself included) are woefully ignorant of the evil dynamic of racism that permeates the world around us. If I only had been aware of how badly others have been treated I would have said something sooner. I had not earlier but now I am speaking.

I urge citizens of good conscience to arise and call our nation to assess and address the rising tide of injustice. I pray that God will open our eyes to the unfair mistreatment of human beings who deserve equal rights with those who are “privileged’ in our society. Let us stand together for liberty and justice for all.


Mary Glover

Rector, St. Mark’s Episcopal Church

Good people of St. Mark’s: We must–strongly and courageously–condemn and oppose the views, rhetoric, and actions of those who claim allegiance to the KKK, the fascist and neo-Nazi groups, the white supremacists, the “alt-right,” and, especially those who claim Christianity as an ally in their hateful and violent actions.

“Blessed are the peace makers,” Jesus says. That peace-making cannot be achieved while standing back, remaining silent and afraid. Prayer is a place to begin… prayer changes us. Let us find strength and courage with and from each other in order to stand up for our brothers and sisters who are subjected to hate and inequality and harassment.

Let us rely on one another to know that we do not speak alone when we speak out against the hateful words of others. Do not needlessly put yourself in harm’s way, but let us pledge together to stand up for love, to stand up for inclusion and broadening relationships, and to carry God’s message of welcome, reconciliation, tender mercies, companionship, and solidarity to those who are being taunted, shamed, and, in too many cases, injured. They will know we are Christians by one thing alone… by our love.

Pastor, St. Paul United Methodist Church

MLK Jr. said  “we must learn to except finite disappointment but NEVER lose infinite hope.” Today I was disappointed again. Disappointed that an American would take a car and turn it into a weapon on unarmed Americans killing people and leaving over 30 injured. I am disappointed that in 2017 we still have to mobilize, lock arms, and walk in the streets of Virginia to defend the innocent, to tell others that racism is evil and that everybody matters. Today we not only got a black eye as a country we got knocked to the canvas.

It Is my prayer that everyone who abhors racism and bigotry and believes in the power of God , will bow their knees tonight and cry out for justice and mercy to end this sickening cycle of violence. ”

Lord, help us. Lord , have mercy on us. Lord, hear our prayers and destroy this stronghold of incivility and hate. Our only hope is in you. Amen.”

Additionally, I pray that each of you will make a point to speak to someone, your elected officials, your spiritual leaders, your community movers and shakers, your Congress person, and let them know that this type of violent behavior can not and will not be tolerated in our own local communities. We have come too far to turn back now. Please seek peace!!



Brett Banks

McMurry University student

“Having taken a Civil Rights tour class wherein I traveled all over the South to learn about a movement that helped change America for the better, I feel like what recently happened in Charlottesville didn’t take us back in time like so many people are saying. The racism that Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. fought is still very much alive and well. I think as a college student I am called to help make sure, using the privilege I have, that this is not the picture of the future for my kids or my grandkids.”



Jonathan Storment


(Editor’s Note: Jonathan Storment’s blog first appeared on the Patheos website,

Minister, Highland Church of Christ

Nobody thinks they’re a racist.

Have you ever noticed that? In the social media bubbles of our own making, the echo chambers of our design we can safely assume that we are able to love everyone.

Even some of the people who marched under Nazi flags chanting “You will not replace us” this weekend, when their identity was outed online wanted to make sure the world knew “I’m not the angry racist I appear to be in those pictures.”

And while that kind of deceit is easy to see at a distance, I believe we are all engaged in a level of self-deceit…especially when it comes to this.

It’s only when you have to spend time around the people you would just as assume avoid that you discover the more nasty bits of truth about yourself, and it’s only when you discover those truths that you’re able to truly act on and resist them.

Over the weekend, as I watched the images of the angry white men marching with Tiki torches in Charlottsville one thought kept going through my head.

I have way more in common with them them than I’d like to admit. 

When I saw that mugshot of James Fields (the driver who drove into the group of protestors) I knew that I was just a few opportunities away from being that guy.

I grew up in rural Arkansas in the 80s, in a world that was integrated in theory and yet segregated in every meaningful way I experienced the world…except one place…at church.

A Community of Resistance

I grew up in a church of ten people. Most people would call that a small group, but it was my entire church, and I love the people from that church.

When I went to college, I would come back a few times a year to preach, and I would try to bring some friends with me to encourage my church family. One of those Sundays we had brought about forty people with us, and right before it was time for me to preach, Brother Foy, the patriarch of the church, stood up to introduce me.

This is funny in itself, because I was the only person there who knew everyone. This was the church I grew up in, and these were my friends who came home with me. But tradition is tradition, and if someone other than Foy was preaching, he was going to say something.

So Foy stood up and the first words out of his mouth were, “I can’t help but notice that all of our guests are white.”  Immediately I was worried about where this was going, because Foy was crazy. He was crazy for Jesus, but still… crazy. If he felt like something was true, he would say it without regard for how you felt about it, and I could tell this was about to be one of those occasions.

“We have forty extra people with us this morning, and every one of them is a white person.” Then Foy pointed at the African-American teenage boy sitting on the second row and said, “I brought an African-American this morning. Why didn’t you?” (Obviously, political correctness was not Foy’s strong suit.)

“Now Brother Jonathan, come preach the word to us.”

Then I had to stand up and preach to a group of people who were just made to feel as if they were they had just stumbled out of a Klan rally.

But to be honest, looking back, I’m glad Brother Foy asked that question. I wish all our churches had someone asking questions like that

Whenever I get frustrated with church, this is the story that brings me back. It is a story that reminds me of why I need the church, even when I don’t want her…maybe especially when I don’t want her.

If you’ve read this blog for any length of time at all, you know that I believe in what God is doing all over the world through the local church. At her best, one of the ways the Church does this is by keeping us honest about ourselves before moments like this weekend happen.

When most of our lives our mediated through glowing screens and homogenous friend groups or social media it’s much easier to not have confront the more unpleasant realities that go on inside of ourselves.

What We Can’t See in the Mirror

In his great little book, I Told Me So Gregg A. Ten Elshof talks about the pervasive nature of self-deception. This book is about how intelligent, self-reflective people often lie to themselves, oblivious that they are doing so.

Then Elshof says this:

We assume that each person is the unquestionable authority on the question of which beliefs he or she has.

In other words, none of us really knows clearly what we believe.

That is the nature of self-deceit. We need each other to help us see the blind spots we have. I think this is the reason that we Christians aren’t able to move very well on issues of race.

We have made this into the unforgivable, and therefore an un-confessable sin, and when the topic rears its ugly head we rush to prove how innocent we are, we scapegoat public figures and doxx the anonymous ones, we point out our own “squeaky clean” record instead of asking the dangerous but Gospel-bringing question…”Where is this in me?”

I think one of the greatest challenges facing America today, is not those white men marching with tiki torches, it’s  what an article in the Atlantic a few years ago called, “Elegant Racism.” It’s the kind of racism that has learned to be polite about its indifference. It would never organize a march to demand things stay the same.

Instead it would quietly place its vote in the board room.

The more insidious kind of racism is done every day by those of us…people like me…who find ourselves incredibly offended by the images we saw this weekend.

But the Gospel can help us here. Because when we are aware of the love of God we are able to be suspicious of our own virtues.

In his book, Elshof gives us an example of a dear Christian senior saint “Lucille.” If you were to ask Lucille a series of True/False questions, and one of them happened to be: “People of all ethnicities are equally valuable, equally loved by God, and equally to be respected.”

She would obviously answer “true” without hesitation. It would strike her as something you would have to be a moral wretch to disagree with. Of course she believes this! She might well be offended by the mere suggestion that it should be treated as an open question.  But if you spent any time with Lucille you would see that she believes no such thing at all. Her language and behavior might show a clear and habitual disdain for people of different races. She does not believe them to be equally valuable, equally loved by God, and equally to be respected. It’s not quite that she’s being hypocritical or dishonest. She sincerely thinks that she believes this.

How would she know otherwise?

It turns out we all need “Brother Foys” to help us see ourselves.

We talk about the verse “Do not judge” often. But Jesus’ point isn’t that Christians shouldn’t call each other out, the point is that we call each other out cautiously…confront others the way you would like to be confronted, and make sure that you have dealt with the beam in your own eye first.

Around thirty years before that Sunday morning in Benton, Arkansas, after Brother Foy had already been a Christian for a decade or two, the Holy Spirit convicted him that he was a racist. And so Foy knew he had to do something. So he moved to a predominately African-American town and spent the rest of his career teaching at a predominately African-American school.

He lived out the word repentance, and now he could call others to it as well.

He often took me and other young people to African-American churches, just so we could rub shoulders with people we weren’t familiar with, and help us to see how much we had in common.

From the time when I met Foy, he had African-Americans (and people from several different nations) living in his house with him. He was Shane Claiborne before it was cool. And from the time I was a kid we were a racially integrated church in a racially segregated world.

I have a hunch that if we really want to know ourselves…If we really want to be a part of healing our growing national divide, we could use a few more of those.



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