Advent Longings:  Pondering Strasbourg

prayers of my heart, a collection of articles and writings by C. Alicia Randolph

It is an Advent night, cold and dark and quiet, with an edge of longing darting through my reflections.  International news has caught my attention again and my heart is breaking as I remember and pray.  Earlier today, more violence erupted in our world.  It is a daily occurrence, a moment by moment occurrence, far away and close to home.  Today, the violence disrupted a place of beauty, celebrating the birth of the Prince of Peace—the Christmas Market in Strasbourg, France.

There is death.

There is grief.

There is pain.

There is anguish.

There is fear.

There are shadows.

There is darkness.

Again.

Strasbourg holds a dear place in my heart.  I know no one there, yet, I claim it.  I know it is a place of my belonging.  It is a place that is important to my past, a place that sent out my ancestors and welcomed them back…

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