Ferguson: When There Are No Words

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(In)Justice

Right now, it’s too much. The pain, the disappointment, the lack of surprise, the shame. The feelings come in waves, with short phrases and words: shit, Jesus, dammit, what the hell.

But the words will come, as they must, for we cannot stay silent in the face of injustice.

Good night, broken country of mine. And Ferguson, may you suffer no more losses tonight. We stand with you. Please be safe.

The Author

I'm a pastor. I believe in radical love and ridiculous grace. I love to sing and sew, and have a shop on Etsy. I'm trying to make my ecological footprint smaller. I have chickens who provide endless entertainment. Oh, and I'm a formerly single mom by choice, son E (born 6/00, placed 11/23/11, adoption finalized 11/21/14) and now making a life with The Dude and his two kids, Girl-E (12/02) and C (9/04). Baby Bumpy due to arrive around 5/25/15! This blog chronicles my thoughts on faith, family, and the wild adventure we call Life!

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