Seasons of Distress and Grief
I almost never weigh in on contemporary issues online. For a business owner, I believe it’s better to be silent. But today I’m going to post some quilt images that I took in February 2019 at Quilt Con. They were awful, and in the time since, I couldn’t bring myself to write about them.
I think it’s because I don’t know what to do with so much pain. I can’t fathom the depth of anguish that would move people to create art like this.
And much of it was made by young people. Gut wrenching. The images speak for themselves.
There were also messages of hope.
The next quilt turned my stomach.
I have more images but I will save them for another day. I have no words for what is happening right now. I will say just this:
I believe that the people whose hearts are broken by racism are not the ones responsible for the violence we are seeing in our cities. But I could be wrong.
“Seasons of Distress and Grief”
You may recognize that line from an old hymn, which has been stuck in my head for days.
In seasons of distress and grief
My soul has often found relief
and oft escaped the tempter’s snare
by thy return, sweet hour of prayer.
I can’t think of a better description for the time we are living through: A season of distress and grief.
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