Remembering La Loche, Adam Wood, five years later

Hope can be heard whispering through our sorrow, choked out as we groan in travail with all of creation.

Slaughter of the Holy Innocents … again

From the manger to a mass grave, from joy to the world to inconsolable wailing, from proclamations of peace to cold blooded death squads, … in a matter of days.

The Grief of God

Not even God knows how to avoid the grief. Because, in a broken world, grief comes, paradoxically with the gift of love.

Dancing to the End of Love … at Auschwitz

A dance of the displaced, a dance of the diaspora, exiled within exile.

Bound to Betray

Betrayal unravels the very fabric of creation. The grief of God resonates with the grief of all creation.