The Language of Lament - Part Two
I am drawn to the image of a God who, in all cases of lamenting, listened. He sat and listened. He waited and listened. He did not rush to heal. He did not rush to repair. He did not rush to reconcile. He listened to the lamenting. And so should we.
The Language of Lament - Part One.
Last night, the news headlines were all about the riots in Minnesota, the pain of the African American people, and the death of George Floyd. A google search this morning of “National Reconciliation Week” on the first few pages returns no results from any major News outlets here in Australia.
Instead, their websites are filled with news from America and I’m left wondering…
Why are the cries of America louder than the original custodians of the land we now call Australia?
I Went Grocery Shopping Today...
The most surprising thing I bought was a jar of peanut butter and a jar of honey because I thought I could have peanut butter and honey sandwiches. I haven’t eaten one of those since I was a kid but with all the chaos swirling around me, I found myself seeking out and reaching for anything that felt familiar. That felt safe. To that felt normal.