The Pietist Schoolman

I woke this morning to terrible news, just down the road. And took a shot at writing about it.

Thanks to the many who read and shared that post, and to those who wrote back words of encouragement and counsel.

But this terrible day ends with more death, as snipers opened fire on police at a Black Lives Matter protest in Dallas.

And as I try go to sleep, I have no words. Reading Twitter, I don’t think anyone does. Not really.

But in God’s mercy, the Holy Spirit hears confused silence, angry anguish, and eloquent sputtering like mine all the same, and “that very Spirit intercedes with sighs too deep for words” (Rom 8:26).

So as we speak words like unity and peace, or phrases like “bearing with one another in love,” may that very same Spirit sigh them, that we might finally learn what they require of us.