In 2017, at my little local community of faith, a shared need was felt to hold some kind of service, open to everyone, in an attempt to create deliberate, focused time and space for those of us who needed or wanted to lament a seemingly endless accumulation of human tragedy and suffering throughout that entire year.

The year of devastating floods, hurricanes, earth quakes and wildfires; wars, humanitarian crises, refugees, shootings; violence, hate, division, strife, grief, loss and pain.

Since then we have witnessed all the above happening all over the world:

over and over and over again.

Not to mention a Global Pandemic. Devastating sickness and death. International pain and mourning. Hate crimes, based on race, religion, gender, sexual orientation, politics. Climate injustice. Racial injustice. Police brutality. Inequality. Poverty. Hunger. Sexism. Misogyny. Mental health stigmas. White Supremacy. Extreme Nationalism. Anti-Semitism. Muslim hate. Asian hate. First Nation hate. “Other-ism.” Oppressive religions and cults. Disconnection. A new thirst for and normalization of autocracy and authoritarianism.

Terrorism; both international and domestic. Violent government take-overs or attempts thereof. Threats to democracy and freedom. Deep-seated political divisions and conspiracy theories. And even in this modern day and age, still more wars…

God, have mercy on us all.

And God does.

The World is hurting.

But — we are not alone.

We are all connected to each other. And more often than not, people care deeply. More people are calling out for lasting change and healing, and actually making it happen. More people are truly trying to make a difference.

And, we hold on to this ancient and present truth: “God is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit.“ (Psalm 34:18)

I have clung to those very words myself. Years ago, dazed and heartbroken, I included them in a letter I wrote to our mother, whom we had just lost to suicide; and placed it with her in her coffin, together with photos of her (then, two) grandchildren, one of my sister and I, and other personal items.

Deep, genuine lament is not only part of most early spiritual traditions; it is also a necessary element of our human-ness. It fosters empathy for others, it connects us. It moves us outside of ourselves to want to go and help others. Sometimes that is as simple and uncomplicated as just being there with, or for, someone. Holding them, either physically, emotionally or spiritually while respecting personal needs or boundaries.

Other times we might be called to do more. Ask your heart.

Often, words aren’t necessary.

Lament helps each one of us cope with the darkness. It relieves us. It comforts us.

It is a vital part of helping us grieve well. To move through it and maybe be transformed by it.

With all of my heart, soul and strength; in both uncertainty and hope, I would like to share with you (again) this imperfect but heartfelt offering.

May we all feel the desperately needed Light shine upon us.

May we look up to receive that Light, and be comforted.

That Light is already here, always.

Hope, is here.

Change, is here.

And it starts with each one of us.

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✨🕯 ✨ Saskia

music / lyrics: ©️Eliza Gilkyson, “Requiem”

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