Love, the kind Christ points to, is not comfortable. It does not flatter the self. It is a mirror. It invites messiness, risks misunderstanding, and refuses easy optics. It does not promise success or safety. What it offers instead is honesty—costly, exposing, and real.

The Minneapolis shooting is not only a question of justice, but of tragedy—where armed authority, fear, and human judgment collided. Neither side woke intending death. Recognizing this does not excuse harm; it restores our humanity, tempers division, and reminds us that power is dangerous and life remains fragile.

I no longer ask whether I am “saved” the way I once demanded to know. Not because the question is meaningless, but because it no longer governs me. As love is taken seriously, everything widens—Scripture, the world, even God’s silence—until coherence itself begins to feel like liberation.