Recently I have been feeling the need to grieve.
Nothing major just feeling slightly ripped open, bitter, revolted by, tortured by, sick, cut by the ugliness in our world today. I want to cry, go numb, throw things, weep, throw up, groan because of all the manifest damage happening on our planet. I think it started the other day when the Australian Police announced that they had broken through a complex and multilayered, extensive network of child pornography occurring on the international stage. Hurrah! Continue reading Does the Church provide space to Lament?