This week’s message enters the quiet space of sacred sorrow, drawing on Psalm 22 and “I’m So Lonesome I Could Cry.” When God feels distant and words fail, even the act of crying out becomes a form of faith. Not every song resolves. Not every prayer gets the answer we might prefer. But still—we speak, we sing, and we wait patiently for grace.
Scripture: Psalm 22:1-11 (NRSVue)
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