Apparently there's something in the water ~
I started my day by skimming some blogs and this was one of the things I read:
"For reasons that I can scarcely claim to understand, I have often felt most aware of God's loving care and presence in moments of great difficulty."
Then I made another try at going to church, first time I've ventured into my own church in weeks, and heard a beautiful, beautiful sermon on much the same theme.
But ~ that awareness at this kind of a time is not one of the things that happens to me. Except on rare occasions.
And so it was an excruciating morning from start to finish, exacerbated by some unexpected music at the end of the church service and by the news of another life lost to suicide.
I guess I'm going to go back to seminary this week and generally keep my mouth shut.
My experience is apparently too far our of the norm to convey.
Or maybe it IS the norm, and that's why our churches have emptied out.
Anyway. Time for a break.
And ~ oh, yeah. I'm doing Psalm 88 for my Hebrew exegesis paper. The one psalm out of all 150 of them of unremitting lament. It will take three months. Maybe, ironically, there will be a path out of this hell that way.