EIGHTH SUNDAY AFTER PENTECOST 2015 EPHESIANS 2:11-22

Everyone over the age of sixty remembers where they were when they heard the news. I know where I was. I was two months old and I was in the arms of my mother. She was listening to the BBC. She did what many young mothers around the world did that moment when they heard. She prayed, shed some tears, and wondered what kind of world she had delivered her baby into. This was a volatile and even paranoid period of history already, but now there was this added anxiety. America’s president had been assassinated and who could tell what in the world would happen now. Would there even be a world as we know it by the time the tragedy had played out? There was already a dividing wall of hostility across the globe, and now here was another layer of hurt.

 

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