It hurts my heart to listen, it takes me back to a place of mourning. Never blaming God, blaming myself for not seeing the enemy’s trap. Accepting and tolerating, doing and giving the best you can because you know many others have it much worse so you tell yourself it doesn’t matter, your pain and abuse is nothing compared to what others are going through. Keeping your eyes on Jesus many times to me, I see Jesus Christ on the Cross. Who am I to not give till it hurts to help others. Turn the other cheek till you feel your bleeding, I don’t think that’s what the Bible meant. Step away please, it does matter, You matter, I matter too.

Financial statice too, classes and culture not only racial.