After my
father's
death, I went alone to the cemetery and carried on an extended dialogue with the dad I carry in my memory, expressing some
of the unfinished
feelings of sadness and anger, guilt and love and gratitude about our relationship.
At the end
of the day
after the blood was spilled &
death made it's grand entrance; the people
of God, the Christians gathered for prayer, not because we had the answers or that we are somehow better than those who don't believe what we believe, but because even at the center
of despair, we
feel an undying need to taste our
Father's grace when all else seems to be lost.