Sometimes it gets too heavy, all this brokenness. People we love picking up the pieces of shattered lives. Politicians with their posturing and maniacs with their manifestos, peddling fear and destruction like so many saber-toothed carnival barkers in a nightmare we can’t seem to shake. War, famine, injustice on every side, and the weight crushes, sagging our hopes with our shoulders.
And then we hear it . . .
In the midst of the ache, a song — ethereal, like a breeze brushing kiss in scorching midday heat. There is a reality more real than what we see. A love deeper than the deepest pain. A Fountain of living waters.
Please join me today at All the Church Ladies, and drink.