I’ve experienced the passion of this awful moment in a context already made tender by sitting with my elderly aunt in hospice and then traveling back east to spend time with our late son’s grade school aged boys as they hurt and struggle. We do not grieve as those who have no hope and history has proven times without end, “The blood of the martyrs is the seed of the church.”

Gloriously, it will be again. His Truth is marching on.

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Speude Bradeos