As I write this my heart feels a bit heavy. A group of us (F3) were working out on Monday morning downtown near Williston and at the end of our time we were sharing prayer requests. The first thing that came to my mind was the recent shootings in Buffalo. I started to share what I knew of the event and was eventually interrupted by my friend Clifford. These murders by a young white supremacist were much more personal to Clifford than me. You could hear it in his voice.