For some reason, a little bee flew into my bonnet.  The bee’s name is “White Privilege” which I admit is an odd name for a bee.  Now, bees sting and that is a fact, but bees always promote floral growth and make honey.  So, I am going to exercise some restraint and go on a fact-and-opinion finding mission.  Before I get settled in the verbal turret of my online tank, I want to hear things that I don’t really want to hear.  Echo chambers are fun until you realize that they are less than informative.  Also, I want to understand not only events but people’s awareness and perspectives.  Our country is arguably greatly fractured.  Fractures don’t always heal from time; they require guided attention to the injury.  There will also be a linguistic exploration of the term and its possible effects.  Please pray for me, if you do that sort of thing, that I will find clarity, write love, and point to Truth.  I look forward to it.