Trayvon,

You never knew me, and I never knew you; we lived in completely separate universes. But, I wish I could say “thanks” and “I’m sorry” to you.

When you were shot and killed, my former self thought nothing of it – “just another black man killed.” And when the murderer stood on trial, I defended his actions as self-defense while talking about the tragic nature of the events. But God opened up my eyes and ears to your crucifixion. I saw that you were a child, a teenager, a kid younger than me. I understood the fear that you felt. And I broke down at the realization of my personal brokenness and that of the world around that would celebrate your passing instead of mourning.

I will not forget your sacrifice, that your death was not in vain, that you did not pass into the night to be forgotten. I’m sorry that I didn’t care about you sooner. I’m sorry that I didn’t open my eyes and ears sooner. I’m sorry that it took you being killed for me to understand.

My former self would be appalled at the thought, at the comparison that your suffering, your death was martyrdom. On this Good Friday, as I remember the death of the Savior that conquered death and brought new life, I also remember yours and my own salvation that has been impacted by your death. Thank you for bringing me closer to our Redeemer.

I say a prayer for you, brother. Pray for me.