A member of our family has been murdered.
It has nothing to do with genetics or biology, or geography. It is about a life extinguished and highly likely, because of the colour of his skin.
Highly likely, because it has happened before. Any member of the human family who dies in such a disgusting way is a tragedy. Many of us look like George Floyd ethnically.
Matthew 12 says: "While Jesus was still talking to the crowd, his mother and brothers stood outside, wanting to speak to him. Someone told him, 'Your mother and brothers are standing outside, wanting to speak to you.' He replied to him, 'Who is my mother, and who are my brothers? Pointing to his disciples, he said, 'Here are my mother and my brothers. For whoever does the will of my Father in heaven is my brother and sister and mother."
How can we not feel the pain at the loss of a member of our family? Many of us have experienced the isolation of being the wrong colour, so here in the UK, many people of colour feel a type of 'stigmata' at the death of George Floyd. We can't not feel this pain.
And if some find that hard to comprehend, then we need further work on realising the universal, all-inclusive command to love one another.
But the death of George Lloyd was so far from the concept of love that it is outrageous to hold love anywhere near the concept of hate and racism, but we must Love Harder Than The Hatred.
Loving Harder Than Hatred and Protesting Through Prayer is reaching out to racists in the hope that they will repent.
We have to Love Harder Than The Hatred, because if we [people of colour] are all murdered physically or psychologically through racism, then society is impoverished, the world is denied black beauty and is less than God intended it to be.
Venerable Karen Lund is the Archdeacon of Manchester