How long, Oh Lord?

Lament.

Some days that is all there is to do. By the end of the day yesterday, all I could do was lament.

Lamentation means “the passionate expression of grief or sorrow; weeping.”

It’s also a book of the Bible — “a book of the Bible telling of the desolation of Judah after the fall of Jerusalem in 586 BC.”

I took both of these descriptions from Google.

Over the course of the day I heard many things that made me lament. I heard about a study of people who struggle economically — making up a significant percentage of our American population.

I had a conversation with someone who had been spiritually abused by Evangelical/Fundamentalist theology and churches. And unfortunately, this story is not unique.

I listened to a women experiencing homelessness lament about her situation saying “every time I get a break, I get sucked back down. I’m at my wits end.”

I listened to another individual and the pain they experience and not knowing what to do.

I heard about a man who spent all his money on his bills and had nothing left for the remainder of the month. It’s only December 6.

I heard about a man who’s work hours keeps getting cut back. He’s already homeless and with this cut, he doesn’t know where he will get food.

I read an article about the next pick by this Administration of the person to “lead” effort to combat homelessness…