Holy God —
As we reach the end of another year, we thank you for your continued grace, even when we know we may not have earned it. In so many ways, Lord, we have failed to use our voices, and in our silence, the rocks have cried out.
God, the rocks are crying out — rubble and ash left in the aftermath of violence and decades-old wars. These rocks bury the bodies of children, and they cry out: "How long, Oh God?"
Lord, may we...
