A little bit more on Sunday night...

My friend Kari has a blog. You can find it here. I'll be adding it to the links on my sidebar in the next couple of days, but I wanted to draw your attention to her most recent entry. She was writing about the service Sunday night. Kari was one of the singers for the performance art piece that so grabbed me.

In the entry, towards the end, she wrote the following which felt so very profound to me - so much an expression of some of the thoughts and feelings I have encountered over the last while: "So, much of my experience in the church community this year has been an act of ” holding back the lament, of minimizing the wail in my own heart” linked to the loss of my mom, some friendships, church life. I’m just thankful for the expression of art that speaks of the combination. It gives permission to let the cries of the undone come out. It speaks the unspoken truth, it releases, it gets messy and it’s not afraid."

Thanks, Kari, for being part of this journey with me. Thanks for smiles and hugs and encouragement, and a heart that understands the beauty that can be found in the ashes.