Last Sunday I needed the Body of Christ. I needed the deep traditions of the Church to carry me. I was away from home, my dad had just passed, a hard week lay ahead.
A few weeks ago I preached in my home church on the subject of prayer. It was a basic reminder that we, as Anglicans, have the Book of Common Prayer to help in times of prayer. It is a wonderful tool.
This picture… a prayer vigil… looks of hopelessness, looks of grief… wailing… mourning… Another shooting in a city I have loved… during the trial of another police shooting The cry of my heart… HOW LONG, O LORD?
7 You deceived me, Lord, and I was deceived; you overpowered me and prevailed.I am ridiculed all day long; everyone mocks me.8 Whenever I speak, I cry out proclaiming violence and destruction.So the word of the Lord has brought me insult and reproach all day long.9 But if I say, “I will not mention his word or speak anymore in his name,”his wordContinue reading “The grief I still feel”
It’s been a week since my father-in-law passed away. I give thanks for the Body of Christ.
The past few years I have tried to stay as “still” as I can and reflect on the darkness that would have surrounded the disciple. The loss. The questions. The grief.
The tragic loss of Rachel Held Evans last week demonstrates how messy grief can be in our lives. Add to that the unforgiving terrain of social media, and it’s a huge mess.
“We have the birth defect of slavery.”