Fear circulated through my little town earlier this week as word spread about a planned march for Black Lives Matter. The anxiety was fueled by news reports of violence and looting in cities across the country, and by concerns circulating on social media that outsiders might come to our town to cause disruption.
My daughter and a few of her friends are upset about the inequality and injustice they see in our country, and they wanted to attend the event. I figured nothing too awful could happen in our little Southwest Virginia town, and I went with her, clarifying that the minute we sensed things were getting out of control, we would bail.
We had nothing to worry about.

The Peaceful March for Black Lives Matter in Wytheville, Virginia was not violent, disruptive, or hostile. It was an amazing testament to what can be accomplished when people come together for good.
Before the March began, we bowed our heads in prayer, calling on a God of love to watch over the demonstration, to cover it in peace, and to enact change through the speech and actions of people present. The pastor leading the prayer reminded us of the powerful words of Dr. Martin Luther King Jr, Civil Rights Activist:

After the prayer, a few hundred people of various colors, ages, and backgrounds walked in solidarity along Main Street, in the company of uniformed police officers. The atmosphere reminded me of running a race, with everyone encouraging each other to strive toward a common goal. There were even people handing out water bottles and Gatorade!
The March was organized by an 18 year old African-American girl who wanted bring awareness to our town. She led the crowd up Main St with a bull horn in her hand, shouting George Floyd’s name and leading us in chants demanding change, like, “No justice, no peace.” and “Hands up, don’t shoot.” Her voice sometimes cracked with emotion and effort, and I was humbled and inspired by the stamina of this young woman, not only for her physical ability to shout continually during our 20 minute walk, but for the mental strength required to organize such an event in a small, predominately white town, and to carry it through with grace and poise. She demonstrated the good that is possible when people come together in light and love to overcome darkness and hate.
The event was covered by local media and found its way onto Facebook. While the overall tone of comments was positive, some people noted the lack of social distancing. Others asked if this gathering was allowed, why couldn’t churches start meeting again? Or why, if people could collect for this demonstration, couldn’t high schools hold regular graduation services? While these are valid questions, I hope they don’t detract from the message of the March.
We can be the light, and we can create change.

What are you doing today to help make change? How have you been inspired this tumultuous week?
Thanks for getting thoughtful with me,









