Here’s the bottom line:
The darkness never quite overtakes the light.
That’s not so much Pollyanna optimism.
That’s the triumph of thousands of years of faith over thousands of years of always ugly, violent, excruciating, seemingly hopeless times and eras.
“My soul is bereft of peace; I have forgotten what happiness is; so I say, ‘Gone is my glory, and all that I had hoped for from the Lord’” (Lamentations 3:17-18).
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“But this I call to mind, and therefore I have hope.“The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases, his mercies never come to an end; they are new every morning; great is your faithfulness. ‘The Lord is my portion,’ says my soul, ‘therefore I will hope in him’” (Lamentations 3:21-24).
Today like every other day
We wake up empty and scared
Don’t open the door of your study
And begin reading.
Take down a musical instrument
let the beauty we love be what we do
There are a thousand ways to kneel
And kiss the earth.
~ Rumi
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