Most concerning is the study that suggests suicide among Black children has risen. Some argue that a decline in religious observance might make Black children more vulnerable to suicide ideation and attempts. But what if we bent that logic in the reverse? Part of me cannot help but wonder that perhaps we are doing such a terrible job of showing children, all Black children, that they are incredibly beautiful and remarkably loved. We’ve got a monumental task in front of us. We cannot decide which Black lives are worth love and support. We owe love to the child who got into all Ivy League colleges and to the kid who sits in the back of the church with piercings and pink hair. Jesus set a pretty clear example about where he spent his time and did his work.