When my friend said in hushed tones

that she didn’t want to call sister this week,

I knew what she was saying.

There is so much pain in our collective field,

each one of us is struggling,

framing this wound we suffer

according to our own journey,

how we sit with pain.

Faith is completely personal.

 

My own jug leaks water.

My sins run out behind me

and I do not see them.

If you call me to judge another,

I am not blameless.

 

 

“Jug” story is from Abba Moses,

pg 36 The Way of the Heart, Henri JM Nouwen