Grief & Balm
Remembering the people of Oklahoma City in the wake of a catastrophic tornado:
My joy is gone, grief is upon me, my heart is sick.
Hark, the cry of my poor people from far and wide in the land.
For the hurt of my poor people I am hurt, I mourn, and dismay has taken hold of me.
Is there no balm in Gilead? Is there no physician there?
- Jeremiah:8