The 60’s were a dichotomy. They held great tension as people risked their lives to free themselves from the oppression their ancestors had endured. Even brutal winters did not deter activists from marching in frigid temps to stand together and fight for their rights.
Grief arrived today, wrapped up in the words of a song that I hadn’t heard in years. A song that at one time in my life, I played during prayer time. If I was dealing with a tense situation or just needed a reminder that “all things worked for the glory of God,” I would press repeat and listen to it while journaling. And when I was preparing to be in community with my church family for some project or event, I would listen to it to remind myself of the sacredness of gathering to “work for the Lord.”
