My prayers are for the peace of the world, for Love to fully blossom and grow. It is unnecessary to demonize another group. No zero game is needed.
I always knew I was a Stephen, a speaker of the truth Love gives me. I am willing to be the scapegoat, but not a seeker of martyrdom; I’m not seeking it, but open to what God gives me to do.
Long ago, God allowed me to be more comfortable with black people than many of their white counterparts. I’ve always gone for the underdog — the One who was cast out, the one they said could never be accepted. I root for the rejected, the downtrodden, the seemingly hopeless. I am a prayer warrior for those deemed to be the unchosen, knowing that God made all people to be more than Hell’s play things.
It seems my lot in life is to be rejected by the orthodox, to see the meaning behind the words, and to know the Love that only seeks to create a kinder world, not a retributive one purely for the sake of punishing the infallible.