I’m tired of all the people denying that we are. No matter what your intentions are, you’re honestly not helping anyone by denying that it’s happening. Just go to Egypt. See for yourself how the Copts are treated. Ask them if they know someone who has been killed in the bombings, you will likely find someone who knows someone who was killed or injured by them or the mobs. Egypt has problems with the way it treats the Copts. That’s an observable fact. In some parts of Cairo and the rest of the country, I get stared at and harassed if I go without hijab. That shouldn’t happen. None of this should be happening frankly.
Stories of recent church fires in France resurface as Notre Dame burns
According to Snopes: “According to data provided by two official sources (France’s Interior Ministry and the national police), around 700 to 877 acts of vandalism occurred at Christian places of worship in France in 2018, a rate of 1.9 to 2.4 per day.”
VINAIGRETTE “Sorrow and Joy – an odd chemistry whose elements do not form solution like oil and vinegar – one soothing – one acerbic… Compelled to consume The bitter-sweet potion. I must choose. Die; or eat and live.” (from the poem “Vinaigrette”) We live in a bitter/sweet world. It’s bitter because of sin and the Fall. It’s sweet because the earth bears evidence of God’s splendor, and he has restored hope and intimacy with himself through Christ. God’s tender call is, “Come to me. The world is filled with tribulation, but I AM the balm for your sadness, the rest for your restlessness, and forgiveness for sin. In this life, aches may never vanish, but I am present, and I AM enough.” The poems in this collection emerge from a lifetime of effort to fuse conflicting realities. During the struggle to make all things sweet, God’s extravagant grace and love became a salve for suffering and a source of joy-even in unhealed pain. Let us, with brutal honesty, embrace this mysterious paradox, and with love-soothed scars begin to see who we really are-God’s beloved children. Come. Read. Taste and see that the Lord is good.
More to come from Vinaigrette, a new book of poetry.
I love this confession, a confession of a whole church.
We’re a family made up of people who share two things in common: our hearts long—even ache—for something bigger, deeper, richer than words can express; and we’re finding that longing answered as we learn to say “yes” to Jesus.