In the midst of word and street clashes, a scary virus, and hot weather, I found a word of peace yesterday. I went to the bank drive-through to withdraw cash and there was my favorite teller at the window. She is a soft-spoken, kind-faced middle-aged African American woman. I had determined to express some sadness and sorrow about the state of our country’s injustice system to any Black person in my path these days. When I spoke my feelings to her, she looked at me and put her hands together as in prayer. Then she said: “I pray for the peace that passes understanding.” I felt like that was a word I could carry with me throughout these stressful times, and I thanked her from the bottom of my heart.