There are times I wish I could lose myself in theological reflection, but every time I try, the very theology I love to ponder calls me to this earth and it's pain.
It's always Abel's blood crying out to me. It's Jesus and his dadgum Beatitudes, and Paul the Apostle and his deeply ethical ideas of creation and salvation and resurrection.
It's God who calls me out of the Elijah cave of consolation to hear the still small voice, which then tells me to hit the road, anoint some kings, and get on with the prophetic business of political engagement.
That maybe, just maybe, justice might roll on like a river, and righteousness like a never-failing stream!
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