What a strange world this is, O God.
A world where migrants get a brief Disney cruise before being detained. What deck class were they afforded, I wonder?
A world where air strikes in Syria hit the sick, the dying and the helpers.
Will you forgive us for what we do to each other?
Will you forgive our aggressions - both petty and profound?
Will the time come when there are no strangers or enemies or classes or targets?
God, I hope so.
(written by: Rev. Whitney Wilkinson)
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