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A psalm of lament
We turn to you, Compassionate One,
with your endless forbearance and infinite mercy, and pray that your patience will one day break;
because it seems some days that ours, our capacity for carnage, is everlasting. Continue reading
Posted in current events, gun violence, poetry, prayer
Tagged gun violence, lament, mass shooting, Michigan State, Psalm, school shooting
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He descended into hell
He ascended into heaven,and sitteth at the right hand of God … Thence shall he cometo judge the quick and the dead,he who sitteth at the righthand of God who sees the sparrowin flight and will not leta feather fall … Continue reading
Posted in current events, holy days, poetry, prayer, Whom Shall I Fear?
Tagged Ascension, gun violence, Hosea 11:3-4, Matthew 10:29, school shooting, The Apostles Creed, Uvalde
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Suffer the little children
Rumours of rumours; and the rub is that in this country, in this time, we cannot dismiss them until the day is done and the sun has set over the farthest gate. It should not be this way. Continue reading
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Tagged gun violence, Isaiah 11:6, school shooting, TikTok challenge
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The morning after
I can only imagine that you fell asleep on the sofa, bolt upright, clenched paper tissues holding your hand. Waking in the dark, too bewildered not to zombie-walk to bed to lie awake, watching for dawn, in serious doubt whether … Continue reading