All the shattered little pieces
Sometimes, writing a blog entry is a test in subject matter searching. Other times, I am repeatedly bashed over the head with an idea until I have no other choice but to sit down, contemplate it, and finally write something semi-cohesive. This has been a bit more of the latter this week. I suppose the kickoff point was a simple prayer said by one of the brothers for a meal at the monastery last weekend: "Give bread to those who are hungry, and to those of us who have bread, give hunger for your justice." (or something like that, I've slept since then, it's close enough) This simple prayer rippled through me, and the rest of the room, like a massive tidal wave. It was over well before the impact truly hit, and I stood a little shocked at its profundity and simplicity. Since then, the persistence of message has turned toward the concept of brokenness, and I feel they go together quite well. Our faith, our songs, our conversations reference often the concept...