Saturday, March 24, 2012

Lent 28

I've heard that, when a broken bone heals itself poorly or improperly, doctors must break it again and set it in place so that it heals as it should. O my God, we have let our bones heal in such a way that their misalignment has crippled the whole body ... and those are the "good" healings; more often, we have not healed at all but we have let the skin mend itself over the wound so we can pretend that we are not broken. That we are not broken over race. That we are not broken over gender. That we are not broken over class. That we are not broken over language and geography. That we are not broken over religion.

It needs to be done, O God: rip the scabs off to expose the wounds, re-break these bones in order to set them right, confront us with the body's broke
nness and damage...

...but not at the expense of our boys. O my God, please, no more at the expense of our sons!


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