My cat is the best at pastoral care. Every time I close my eyes in despair at the news, she sticks her furry little nose in my face.
(Coming from a human, obviously not a recommended pastoral response. Coming from a cat, perfect.)

To be clear, this is not a commentary. My hope is in God; my light is Christ, the Light of the World.
Just sharing in case you need the occasional Mood.

I’ve been making new things out of old, destroyed guns for a couple of years now. Swords into plowshares, pistols into prayer beads and garden tools. Beads made of rifle stock and cast aluminum, cross out of steel barrels. #gunstogardens #gunstograce

Fisher

You flee again to Galilee,
another Herod, another threat,
kings and prophets always at odds
and you, raised with the memory
of blood and fire, fishing
for another way, the kingdom
of God, as it were, silver-scaled
and just, within your grasp,
slipping like sand between your fingers.

Friday forging: turning guns into garden tools
#gunstogardens

Friday night nose.
What, my first post here is a cat?
Well …