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Pierced and Yet Raising the Cup
A living sacrifice in the courts of the Lord “I trusted, even when I said: I am sorely afflicted.” Psalm 116 There are moments when the words of the Psalmist feel less like poetry and more like a confession torn from the throat. “I trusted.” Did I? Even when I said, “I am sorely afflicted.” Even when the darkness pressed so closely against my chest that I could barely breathe. Even when fatigue settled into my bones like winter and I felt stripped of name and certainty. Even
Father Charbel Abernethy
Feb 283 min read
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