I’m tired today. I’ve been watching all morning the vitriol back and forth between people I know, all of whom would claim to love Jesus. So much judgement being hurled. It hurts and it feels personal. It all has to do with the Women’s March. When I first heard about the march happening here in LA, I was excited. I saw it as a chance to “pray with my feet” for the rights of minority women, immigrants, and refugees. It seemed to be a way to put action to my verbal protest of rhetoric and policies that are coming from our now president and his administration. Then I saw the article from Christianity Today and learned all about how clearly it was being communicated…