earlier this week, i had individual talks with each of my girls about martin luther king jr's life, his work, and his death. we often revisit his impact on society and the world, and every year their questions become more thoughtful. we discussed the difficulty of staying confident when those around you disagree with your stance, or what it really means to choose the progress of people over your own individual comfort and safety. we talked a lot about love, of sacrifice, and of walking humbly but living boldly. these conversations -- in which we celebrate the work done by mlk jr and the civil rights movement, and in which we listen to speeches and respond with smiles and tears and head nods, and in which we thank God for the divine service -- these conversations are beautiful and significant. but there are many hard parts to these conversations also. there is the part that must acknowledge deep division and hatred among people. i cannot simply say "that is how it
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