In a nation (and world) that feels off beat and out of cadence, I’m searching hard for holy rhythms that resonate with empathy and authentic care for one another.  Of truly wanting to feel the pulse of each other’s pain deep in our bones.

To be a symphony of souls who dare to see others suffering and loss, to hear cries of injustice and racism, to collectively reach out to ones in need, to help those reeling from a global pandemic and fractured economy.  To have the rhythmic response to care and to act.

May we step into new tempos of truth telling instead of lies, humility instead of pride, empathy instead of callousness, action instead of opposition, unity instead of division, peace instead of violence. 

Only then can we live true rhythms of healing.

And may we cover these with the unending rhythm of fervent, earnest prayer, of seeking the Holy Spirit’s guidance for how to selflessly love and care for others to the same degree we love and care for ourselves.  For love is indeed “the most excellent way” (I Corinthians 12:31).

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