I know it’s true. Indeed, it’s so powerful I can’t ignore it. And if I succeed for a little while, it wells up until I have to address it. It’s the realization that the Holy Spirit is prodding me to do some serious work because I am a disciple of Jesus. I need to express my outrage about the killing of George Floyd. I must initiate conversations with persons who are black so I can simply listen to their pain and hurt. And I have to grapple seriously with how deeply my own soul has been tinged by the racism I thought I had freed myself from. Sure it’s hard, and at times gut-wrenching. But this is exactly what I agreed to do when I chose to be a Jesus’ follower.