Words don't really have a place in the raw pain of such devastation, except in stories. And I don't have any story apart from my grief. Grief for cities I love, neighborhoods I know, people I see helpless in the face of the monster.
I'm praying for healing, of these new hurts, and of old, old hurts. Hurts of white and black divide, of mountaintop mansions and 3 room houses in the hills. I'm praying that this great evil will lead to greater healing for the city.
And I'm looking forward to getting back and finding a way to help. Go here to look for ways you can make your compassion particular.
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