There’s a way in which falling to pieces, brokenness, is the only choice in this present social order, which denies life at every turn. We can hardly face the news of bombing and murdered children, but we must. We can hardly be certain of homes or water, yet we have to try. We can barely love, because all that we love will, with a brutal frequency, be taken from us. But we must use what’s left of our humanity, jagged though that may be, as the truth that seeks to implant a caring community.
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(Photo by Cindy Milstein, July 2014.)