This was downloaded from Facebook. Carolyn Winfrey Gillette wrote the hymn in response to seeing a security guard weep after a husband and father swept of the street in front of his wife and child.
A NEW HYMN-PRAYER IN RESPONSE TO AN ICE ARREST
Your Little Ones Are Suffering
PASSION CHORALE (“O Sacred Head, Now Wounded”)
Your little ones are suffering from evil things we do.
So, Lord, we pray for children, for youth and families, too.
A girl cries for a loved one who’s just been ripped away.
And so a mighty millstone is ours to wear this day.
Her mother can’t console her; her dad has disappeared.
The land we love has told her, “There is no mercy here.”
We see the things that happen; we sigh, and let them go.
A heavy-weighted millstone— our guilt— is bound to grow.
The harm comes from ignoring— participating, too.
When we look back on suffering, will we admit we knew?
God, where is our compassion, that we would let this be?
And now we wear the millstone— and none of us are free.
When nations harm the children you’ve placed within our care,
Lord Jesus, you give warning to people everywhere.
And when we show compassion, and mercy, love and grace,
We’ll all know peace and freedom together in this place.
Biblical References: Leviticus 19:33-34; Zechariah 7:9-10; Matthew 18:6; Deuteronomy 10:19; Matthew 25:31-46; Hebrews 13:2 and many others.
When asked if there were any limits on his powers on the world stage, Trump said: “Yeah, there is one thing. My own morality. My own mind.” “ God help us.
Once upon a time, every pill had to be a different size, shape, or color from any other. If somebody showed up in the ER – or the police station – with pills in their possession, it was easy to figure out what those pills where.
Now, in an effort to avoid artificial colors, most pills seem to be white. I take three pills in the morning, each for a different condition. Can you tell them apart? Neither can I.
Thanks to Microsoft and their “upgrades” the last time I was able to post on my computer was in October. A lot has happened since then, and I am using another computer to do this.
The biggest news is that I nearly became a widow. This is NOT something to which I have ever aspired.
In the wee-smalls of November 24, The Squire woke me up moaning in pain. He had a high fever and was shaking all over with febrile convulsions. While he insisted he’d be fine if he could just lay down and rest, I called 911. The local EMTs hauled him off to the hospital and I followed as soon as I got dressed.
Even if I hadn’t worked in Cardiology at Hopkins, I would have known the EKG looked awful. While most EKGs look like this:
The Squire’s test was more like this. It doesn’t take an MD to know that’s BAD, and when you overhear a nurse whisper “When I see something like this, I almost wish I didn’t know what it means” it can chill you to the core.
Anyway, to cut to the chase, my beloved husband had tachycardia, pneumonia in both lungs, and sepsis. All at once. He spent three days in ICU and four more days in a step-down unit. I brought him home on December 1st. And the next day we went to see our family doctor. Stan poked and prodded, asked questions, listened to The Squire’s heart and lungs, and admitted he was astounded at how good things were.
Honestly, nobody expected my husband to survive. I’m just glad he did.
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