I hope no one minds that we took the week off from the blog here last week to just do a lot of praying. Besides all the sadness in Boston, a whole town blew up in Texas.
Many other people also died violently in our violent country, our violent world.
These things cause me to have my own "dark night of the soul" as Mother Teresa did, pretty much for her whole working life. She had had a personal message from Jesus whilst on a train ride one day, to do what she did with her life, but after that, she felt, she never heard from Jesus again.
And that's the way I feel during these crises. Not that I have not personally heard from Jesus, but that all the people in the world who claim to be believers haven't. Or that they've twisted His words in their heads into "I can think anything I want because I was baptized."
Because the world at large has not changed much since Jesus returned to Heaven. Huns and Vikings laid villages to waste. Crusaders on holy missions did the same. Inquisitions, revenge.
I have heard good Christian people tell me why torture is okay is some circumstances. I reply that I can't think that Jesus would agree. He knows all about torture, does He not, being a victim of it and all?
Jesus does ask the impossible. Love, God's love, only, no matter what anyone is doing to you. Compassion, God's compassion for everyone, no matter what they've done.
"Father, forgive them, for they know not what they do."
The candle in my dark night, is that it is possible to try harder. And we are slightly more civilized then we used to be.
So try harder.