In a dry and weary land, Where there are no running streams, We have dug one thousand wells And parched our tongues with broken dreams. You, oh Lord, have said, “Return To me, the spring that quenches thirst. Stop, remember I have called You to me, who loved you first. “You have wandered far from me. Yet I am ever close behind. Leave the empty cracked cisterns, For at my ...
Read More »I was listening to a podcast recently, when the host talked about having “outrage fatigue.” He said he felt like every morning he woke up and checked Twitter, almost as if he was trying to figure out what he was supposed to be angry about that day. There was a weariness to the persistent anger and despair of the world. That idea of “outrage fatigue” resonated with me. In our culture of a constant ...
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