The God of love and peace be with you today.
(Yesterday on the blog: We Have the Light So We Can Be the Light)
This is moving. “Two decades later and my son is gone. No gravestone marks his death, or memorial service to recall in our grief. Instead, my son lives apart from us. His path, he said, forked away from faith, and as he walked that wide way, it lead him away from us. Mother’s Day was filled with a filtered light, light and shadow held an uneasy truce, joy and sorrow held hands long into the evening. The boy I watched struggle into this world is now struggling with the world.”
Congregations of Bruised Reeds
“There are so many ways to become bruised. A few people in my church grew up with belligerent fathers. Now, every time a man raises his voice, they become disproportionally afraid. Others in my church have lost loved ones to suicide. I officiated the funeral of my grandfather who took his life. A dozen people in my church suffer from chronic illness. And to one degree or another, all of us struggled over the last year with
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