Six chronos days of praying this week and here I remain at the door of my house with Jesus on the threshold. What has been happening is best expressed in the image- the tree, gnarled branches, spread out, somewhat unbalanced by the cyclonic forces from the left. The action though is in the trunk, splashes of orange and brown; the force, the energy is pushing up from beneath; grounding : ” someone else’s suffering is really our suffering at the deepest level”; the “poor me” of suffering is being swallowed by “togetherness of our all” in one gigantic lamentation, cries from the depth of the earth and the depths of human hearts.
