Just before 7 p.m 
on July 7, as protesters gathered in Belo Garden Park, in Dallas, Texas, I settled onto a hard wooden seat in the choir stall of St. John’s Abbey Church in Collegeville, Minnesota. As they chanted “enough is enough,” we chanted Psalm 59: “You have been a refuge in the day of my distress.” As they shouted, we sat in silence. As they marched, we bowed.
[You can read the rest of this reflection at Brain Mill Press.]
Spacious Faith 
Wow, Joanna, you have outdone yourself! And inspired us all to examine our “roles” in this drama of our generation. If one of us hears a “calling” to shoot up a nightclub in Orlando, ten others of us needs to step forward and answer our callings to spread the message of loving one’s enemies and to bless peacemakers . . .
I read your latest post after viewing an image of the little boy sitting in the back of an ambulance in Aleppo, Syria. His stare of shock and his little face and body covered in blood and dirt unnerved me as I sat in my comfy living room in Kansas. I’m so grateful that you somehow put into words how I’ve been feeling. I’m sharing your blog entry with my women’s Sunday school class tomorrow. It will tie in with Micah 6:8. How do we act justly, love mery and walk humbly in our world today?
Thank you so much!
Thank you for your note. Micah 6:8 is a perfect scripture to consider in light of so much tragedy in the world. Blessings to you and your class as you meet this morning.