Giving thanks is our witness that the systems and demons of our world do not have the last word. ISIS does not have the last word. Trump does not have the last word. The talking-head-neo-cons of intervention and death do not have the last word.
The character of Sadness was representing -- unearthing -- the aspect of human nature that the ancient authors of Lamentations knew: feelings of loss, hurt, despair and all other forms of emotional pain must be identified, expressed and received.
Thank you. Before watching your monologue this morning I was numb. Perhaps it was after the Walter Scott video was shown over and over again or the pending repeat of the Parsley Massacre in the Dominican Republic.
I was already reeling from the video of Dominican citizens cutting the hair of a Haitian man with scissors as a crowd ridiculed him in the street for his dark skin. I prayed that the baseball bats and machetes would not be swung.
I don't know why God allows cancer. But I do know that we should pray in the face of illness and death. And while I've appreciated the many prayers for healing that I've received, I sense that often they could be enhanced by combining them with prayers of lament.
Don't ask the crocus, "Where is God?" / as though the crocus can respond to / our cries echoing over the flower beds. / The purple blooms have done their best / to disguise the traces of our bitter violence; / their job is not to soothe our seething conscience.
Aurora has reminded us that lament is sorely lacking in our land. Our faith communities are faced with a prime opportunity to recover the practice of lament and point us toward a society that is more compassionate and humane.
While the primary blame for abuse and misdeed against women lies with the perpetrators themselves, we should look next at the good men who say nothing. It's time for good men to hold accountable those who abuse women.