Here’s the beautiful candlelight vigil that happened in Waterfront Park last night. I almost didn’t go. I learned about it yesterday morning, and my internal conflict started immediately. Here’s a glimpse of what it’s like up in Crazy Town, otherwise known as My Brain:

“A candlelight peace vigil? How wonderful! I can’t wait to go…
“I’ll bet Jeff won’t want to go. He hates stuff like this. Oh, well…. I guess I can go alone…
“Wait, who’s organizing this thing? ‘Indivisible Beaufort?’ What’s that? They say they’re non-partisan. Good! That’s good… ”
(Check FB Group. Recognize names of angriest, loudest voices on Facebook.)
“Uh oh. This is the ‘silence is consent’ crowd. This could get ugly. I don’t like shouting at peace vigils. Or anywhere . . .
“And these people don’t even like me. Why should I have to haul myself down to Waterfront Park just to prove to them I’m not an evil racist? I’m sick of trying to prove my goodness to these people. It will never be enough…
“But my black friends. I want to be there for my black friends. What if I’m not there and they take my absence as a sign that I don’t care about what happened in Charlottesville!?!? No, I going. I’m definitely going…
(Private message back and forth with my sister, who has just read an article claiming “silence is violence.” Not just consent. Violence.)
Message to my sister: “I’m furious! I really want to attend this peace vigil tonight, but now I’m just pissed. Silence is NOT violence. Silence is silence. It can mean all sorts of things…
“Okay, that does it. I will NOT be bullied by these people. I’m not going…
“And now I’m REALLY mad, because I actually WANTED to go. Damn it…”
Message from my sister: “If you feel led to go, go in the name of love and not for anyone else but Jesus.”

Yep. She played the Jesus card. And it worked. I went. And you know what? It was wonderful and inspiring and radiant with love. You know what else? None of those angry, loud FB voices were there. Not a single one. (Note: I am NOT equating their silence with violence. It’s hard to make it downtown on a Monday night.) The vigil ended with the Harbormasters singing “Let There Be Peace on Earth.” We all sang along.