A Cry of Lament

lamenting gun violence

How long, O Lord? How are we to bear this pain Over and over and over Blood cries out from the ground Again and again and again Met once more with Empty words and violent fists  Hearts of stone which fail to see To weep, to lament, to repent How long, O Lord We are…

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I have a first-grader

I have a first grader

Every morning my son goes off to school. He slings a giant shark backpack over his tiny shoulder, and he waves to me as I drive away from the carpool lane. And every morning as he turns into the school’s open door, the same fear catches my heart. What if that is the last time…

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