I wept. I cursed. I felt consumed by anger mingled with grief and confusion. Who cares about the theology of the sabbath when the genocide of marginalized babies takes places in our cities and neighborhoods.
Watch it and don't turn away from it.
Where were you when this man butchered thousands of helpless children?
I thought you were for the poor, the defenseless, the oppressed.
I thought you were for LIFE.
But, who am I to question you without first questioning myself?
Am I not a part of the body of Christ?
Am I not your hands and feet, Oh God?
Who are we to question you without first questioning ourselves, the church?
Are we not the body of Christ?
Are we not your hands and feet, Oh God?
Oh Creator of Life, drive us to action and not just donations and cute walks in the park.
O God, the source of all life: so fill my heart with renewed faith in your love,
that with calm expectancy I may make room for your power to possess me for your mission;
through Jesus Christ our Lord.