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Fellowship - Christian Wiman
Tragedy and Christianity are incommensurable, he declared, which we’d have chalked to bluster had he not, within the month, held a son hot from the womb but cold to his kiss, and over a coffin compact as a toolbox wept in the wrecked unreachable way that most resist, and that all of us, where we are most ourselves, turn away from. Bonded and islanded by the silence, we waited there, desperate, with our own pains, to believe, desperate, with our own pains, not to.
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Whatever Happens This Year /I have said these things to you, that in me you may have peace.
In the world you will have tribulation. But take heart; I have overcome the world.
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