![]() ![]() ![]() Years ago a friend gave me a copy of Anne Lamott’s Traveling Mercies to read on vacation. I can’t compose a prayer that would make a congregation weep. On many a night I go to bed after whispering a prayer I memorized when I was 10, but I don’t know Bible verses or parables. I can say the Lord’s Prayer with the best of them. The only thing that felt appropriate was to pray, but in light of such a senseless act, I found myself speechless. I have a kindergartener, and the grief I felt thousands of miles away literally drove me to my knees. As much as I didn’t watch to watch, I couldn’t stop. For days I couldn’t stop watching television coverage, couldn’t stop checking updates online. After the shootings in Newtown I was obsessed with the news of the massacre. ![]()
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