Now, in a moment of my own personal agony, attempting to wrap my mind around the context of it all, I am forced to the conclusion that all I can do in this life is not enough. Somewhere there is mourning. Somewhere hope and promise have been burned into cinders. Somewhere the whole struggle for what is just and good failed mightily, and naught can be done about that now. I hold the horrible depth of John 11:35 in my heart, I breath in the dark of this night, and I accept the reality of all that has been. But to do this, I must also accept the reality of all that will be. I can in this moment be hopeless, can accept the futility of so much of what I do alone, or I can accept the *full* reality that weeping stays for the night, but joy comes in the morning. I can choose to believe that the rancorous din of evil will tomorrow wake the masses, that those who are good and righteous in the world will use this moment to steel themselves for what must be done, that I can march in that great movement. I can choose to embrace my own tribulations as a reminder that though we are beset on all sides by death and loss, I am still here, and while I alone am not enough, together, we are sufficient. So tonight, I am here, in this moment of agony and despair, and I will find a way to be grateful for it, Joy will come in the morning.
Posted on: Fri, 18 Jul 2014 06:32:35 +0000
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