It’s the first Sunday of lent.
Jesus in the wilderness
Giving up sweets and Facebook
Trying to be closer to God.
It’s the first Sunday after the release of
Black Panther
A story so rich and sad and unforgivable
Probability stolen from a whole continent
Gone. Never get it back
It’s the first Sunday that seventeen families
Go to church without the loved one
That was gunned down with an AR-15
In a nation that worships at the altar of the
NRA
We sing
We share the peace
We kneel at the rail
We taste the bread and wine
I am angry
and sad
and resentful
And disappointed
and angry
and sad
“Look with compassion, O Lord, on this your
people
That rightly observing this holy season,
They may learn to know You more fully
And to serve you with a more perfect will.”
What does it even mean...
I feel your pain and sadness sis. We did however have a moving sermon that spoke of the current issues of the day and I personally thanked our pastor for having the courage to speak the truth. He said”if we can’t speak the truth from the pulpit then where”?
ReplyDeleteI love the poem. We all need to love and help each other. Some days it is not eaasy to do. Our pastors need to speak out and reach out to those who are hurting
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