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Rune Marie NielsenLeader: Friends, we come together in chaotic times, holding out hope for resurrection. Just as Jesus cried out “My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?”, we too may face doubts and fears. Our faith informs us how our Lord was crucified, drew his last breath, and descended to the dead. Death took Jesus from this world. Whenever we feel confused, angry, sad, or even numb, God shares our frustrations, our longing for good news to look forward to.
Congregation: Lord Jesus, give us life.
Penguin Random House PublishingWith a title that carries the simple resonance of a Taylor Swift lyric, God Didn’t Make Us to Hate Us by the Rev. Lizzie McManus-Dail is a book of devotions that sing of God’s grace, creativity, and joy. As the author writes, “God is a lot like music” (17). Her collection of reflections is life-affirming, queer-affirming, and body-affirming. Reading this devotional felt like getting lost in a jazz album: moments of harmony, dissonance, softness, and momentum all working their way toward an expansive sense of spiritual freedom.
Cat ConnollyA few weeks ago the church youth group invited me to be their guest speaker. The teenagers had prepared a few questions to ask, and one of them was, “How do you keep your faith during hard times?” A great question. How did I and how do I keep my faith? I didn’t answer too well in the moment, waffling out something unsatisfying about believing in God no matter what happened. But it got me thinking.
How I might react to a devastating event is something I had wondered about myself over the years. I was raised in a Christian family and have always believed in God, but many people with similar backgrounds find themselves unmoored from childhood faith when the shit really hits the fan. Was I any different?
