OUT OF THE DEPTHS: WHEN CHURCHES BECOME CRIME SCENES

Out of the depths have we cried unto Thee, O Lord.

Out of the morgue, the hospital, the cemetery soil baptized with a thousand tears.

Out of the rubble of our shattered lives, our dead children, our bitter grief and lacerated hearts.

Out of the grave into which we have plummeted, alive yet dead, the dirt of a thousand decimated hopes spilling down into that black, hopeless pit.

Out of these depths have we cried unto Thee, O Lord.
Lord, hear our voice.
Let Thine ears be attentive to the voice of our supplications.

But even though every prayer thrown toward heaven lands within our Lord’s open ears, that is not enough.

It is not enough to have a God way-up-there who hangs on our every word.

It is not enough that he hears or even that he pities our predicament.

We need something more.