Jesus wept

Dear Soulful Friends,

Today my heart is heavy, and I write to you not just with words, but with tears. Like Jesus weeping over Jerusalem, I feel the ache of grief for what is happening in our own day. And so I invite you into this sorrow with me—not to be overcome by despair, but to be awakened by love.

In Gaza, mothers and children—waiting in line simply for nutritional supplements—were killed.

In our own country, the Head Start program has now been stripped of its ability to serve children of undocumented parents.

In California, young farm workers—some only teenagers—have been rounded up by ICE, and mothers have been taken from their children, left screaming for the only arms they know.

These stories are not just headlines. They are sacred human lives, unjustly broken. These are holy bodies, holy souls, wounded by policies and powers that fail to see the face of God in the poor, the foreigner, the child.

And still, Jesus weeps.

We are not powerless. Even in grief, we have a calling. We can hold space for lament. We can bear witness. We can speak, and write, and show up. We can support and shelter, pray and protest, share and serve. We can remember that the Spirit moves where hearts break open in love.

Let us not grow numb or weary. Let us not turn away. Let us lean into mercy, into justice, into the quiet knowing that God suffers with the suffering, and calls us to do the same.

With sorrow, and with sacred hope,

Marv

Psalm 34:18 – “The Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit”