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Michelle L. Torigian

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Michelle L. Torigian

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Is Any Prayer Stupid?

15 Saturday Jun 2013

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clinical pastoral education, CPE, God, Michelle Torigian, Prayer, progressive Christianity

Five years ago, during my time in Clinical Pastoral Education (CPE) as a chaplain, I made it one of my goals to become better at praying out loud. Now, until that point, I never felt confident in my public, impromptu/extemporaneous praying. My prayers never felt strong or fancy enough for others to hear.

During my CPE summer, I had many opportunities to pray aloud with the nursing home residents and their families. By the time the summer had concluded, I felt much better in my public prayers.

That doesn’t mean I still don’t get nervous praying out loud…

Recently, I wrote a prayer for online publication. One individual decided to call the prayer “goofy” in the comment section. They also said that the prayer “seems like a Facebook status with the word ‘God’ placed in front of it.”

People are allowed to think what they wish about my writing. However, if I am speaking from a genuine place of concern, is it “goofy?” And are many of our status updates just words of concern from our hearts? Don’t we want God to hear our status updates?

While it may seem there are goofy prayers being said or written, any time people try to connect to God through words (spoken or written), it’s a prayer. Any time we hold the ones we love, fear, dislike and don’t know in our hearts, it’s prayer. When we connect with the Divine in an effort to strengthen our ties to God, our neighbor and ourselves, it’s prayer. So what words work? And what words fall short?

I don’t believe God cares what words we use when we pray. I think God’s concern is that we take moments to reach out – sending love and healing into the universe.

So say what you want to say to God. God wants to hear it in any form. You can sing it, sign it or dance the prayer. Fluffy language will not make the prayer come true any faster. God accepts both frills and simplicity in prayers. If others think your prayer is stupid, God doesn’t. Keep praying – just as you are. God is bigger than any combination of words.

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Where the Imperfect and Perfect Meet

07 Friday Jun 2013

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Church, God, Grace, Holy Spirit, imperfect, pastors, perfectionism

Reflecting on Sunday mornings as a pastor, I know I try to recall all of the announcements, prayer requests and logistical worship comments. Guess what? Even with writing myself notes I still forget things.

Most of our churches are not crafted like a production. Sure, some larger churches with multiple staff are able to spend more time and focus on the entertainment value of worship. They are able to dedicate more resources on their worship.

Even then, it’s still not perfect. Imperfections are cast in the shadow of the entertaining spectacle.

As much as we hope to be, every one of us pastors must face the reality of our own imperfections. Each and every liturgist, usher/greeter, children’s time deliverer, acolyte, communion steward, choir member and musician are imperfect. A candle will fail to light, a name in Scripture will be mispronounced and the pastor will forget to lift up one of our ill friends during our time of sharing prayers.

Each week, we do the best we can to make sure the focus is on God and our relationship with the Divine. In the process, mistakes will be made. Yes, unfortunately, they will distract from our focus on God. Yet, we continue to do our best, work at our mistakes for the good of God, our neighbors and, of course, the good of ourselves.

No matter how mild or severe the mistake, here’s the thing: God is still present. God is still active. The Holy Spirit continues to inspire, and God is still worshiped. No matter what little (or big) mistakes we make along the way, God still loves us and showers us with grace. God will never fail to meet us as we worship no matter how bad the preaching, singing or praying is in our congregations.

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Mortality and Kindness

21 Tuesday May 2013

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kindness, Love, Moore, Newtown, Oklahoma, reconciliation, September 11, The Big C, Tornado

After watching the final episode of The Big C last evening, I reflected on how people will sometimes make peace on their deathbeds.  ***Spoiler Alert*** In the final hours of her life, Cathy, the main character, makes peace with her father.

I’m not sure how often deathbed reconciliations happen, but the thought of reconciliation must pass through the mind of many hospice patients and those who are estranged from them.

But sometimes we don’t have a time of dying to prepare ourselves to leave from this earth.  We don’t have time to tell the dying what they mean to us.

Death happens in an instant.

In light of the most recent tragic tornado in Oklahoma, I notice how more frequently people talk about hugging their children or being kind to strangers.  This happened after the Newtown shooting and September 11.  I even remember calling an ex-boyfriend after the September 11 tragedy in hopes to bring peace to our severed relationship.  The world was turned upside down, and it felt like the right time to reach out to him.

I can’t help but think that reminders of our mortality usually push us into a space of desired peace, kindness and reconciliation.  As we are reminded of our inevitable death, we reflect upon the meaning of our lives.  Maybe we think we haven’t loved enough or we haven’t tried to bring peace into our relationships.  We hold people closer – even the ones who have caused us pain.

And then, as time passes since the last tragedy, we let this sense of reconciliation and peace drift away.  We go back to screaming at the car driving to slow ahead of us.  We let out sighs of frustration when the person in front of us in the supermarket line has to run back into the store to get another 2-liter of soda.  We argue with the ones we love.

Not to be negative, but shouldn’t a sense of mortality become a part of the way we treat our neighbors?  Why do we expect that they or we will be around to speak words of love at a future time?  Why do we go out of our way to spread kindness to strangers when a tragedy touches our nation, but just go about our business when life flows as usual.

And why do we think there will be some magical time as we are in the process of dying when we can reconcile with our loved ones?  What if death happens in the blink of an eye, and we miss the chance to say “I love you.”

How do we want to live our one lifetime?  How do we want to live in this moment here and now?

We should pour out the same amount of love for one another whether or not there are shootings, bombings, tornadoes or any other major tragedy nearby, somewhere in our country or across our planet.

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The Spoon Theory and Churches

15 Wednesday May 2013

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discernment, God, Small Churches, Spoon Theory and Churches

SpoonPeople with chronic illnesses are familiar with the Spoon Theory, an illustration of restricted energy.  In her writing, Christine Miserandino describes her limited energy by giving her friend twelve spoons.  Each spoon represents an activity.  Simple tasks like getting dressed or making the bed can cost one spoon.  By the end of the day, no “spoon”, or energy, remains.

This illustration is a reminder that people with limited energy must make decisions on how they will spend their energy for the day.  If they push themselves too hard one day and run out of spoons, they must borrow against the next day, leaving less energy for tomorrow.

Similarly, some of our churches only have so much energy and resources.  Unlike churches that have huge membership or endowments – or unlimited spoons, small churches with limited resources have so many spoons for the day, week or month.  No longer do they have a plethora of liveliness and warm bodies like they did back in the 50’s or 60’s.

With only so many people to serve on a number of different committees, a small number of the lay persons in our communities will spend countless hours working on programs.  Eventually they will find burnout.

Which is why small or limited churches must remember they are human institutions filled with human bodies.  Even though churches and people are limited, God is not.  Therefore, this is a time for us to turn to God in discernment.  Instead of beating ourselves up wondering why we only have so much energy, we should ask ourselves “Where does God want us to spend our time?”

By this discernment process, we aren’t spending the energy and resources we don’t have and burning out our entire congregation.  Instead, we are focusing our time, talent and treasures in ways that God is calling us.

This may mean ending certain groups that have been a piece of the church’s life for the past 50 years.  A fundraiser that worked well for our church ten years ago may not be bringing in the money anymore.  Is it time to try a new way of raising funds?  It may mean restructuring the governing boards.  People in our churches will grieve old ways of being church.  They will lament as they discard of programs that their parents created.  But maybe by letting go, we can find new life.  Maybe it is like the Jesus story: when Jesus the Christ released his spirit, he found new energy through the resurrection.

Similar to a person with a chronic, energy-depleting illness, a small church is not a dead or dying church.  There is plenty of life in that congregation.  The Spirit’s breath continues to flow.  But before exhaustion takes away our breath, now is the time to stop spinning wheels and squandering energy and listen for the still-speaking God around us.

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Affirming All Women in Church on Mother’s Day

11 Saturday May 2013

Posted by mictori in Current Events, Life, Pop

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Childless, Childlessness, Christianity, Church, Infertility, Mother's Day, Mother's Day 2013

“Women will be saved through childbearing.” — 1 Timothy 2:15

For some, motherhood has given purpose to your life. God has called to you be a mother, and you are living out your call in this sacred vocation. Most days, you experience the Divine in your role as mother.

Through life circumstances, many of us have not experienced the blessing of motherhood. Some have not found the right spouse or partner with whom to raise a child, and single parenting is not an option. Others suffer from medical conditions that prohibit them from birthing a child. Many women in our midst have recently experienced a miscarriage, have given birth to a still-born baby, experienced an unsuccessful adoption attempt, given up a child for adoption or have lost a child because of death.

Does your church reward the woman with the most children or the newest mom? During your Mother’s Day worship, do your leaders ask all moms to stand up while all of the other women sit in shame? Many women skip church on Mother’s Day because the pain of childlessness will hang heavy on their hearts. One woman experiencing this, Amy, wrote of her ordeal of being in church on Mother’s Day as a childless woman. When mothers were asked to stand, she noted “Real women stood, empty shells sat.”

Many women in our lives are not nor will never be mothers — either because of infertility or because they do not feel called to have children. But their value is not less as they are still equally cherished by God.

In looking at Scripture, we can see that motherhood is not a prerequisite to being useful in the eyes of God. In Esther 5, Queen Esther defies the laws of the kingdom and enters the king’s hall to stop the genocide of the Jewish people. Deborah was a judge and prophetess. Because of this role, she is called “a mother in Israel” (Judges 5:7b). Furthermore, Mary Magdalene is never portrayed as a mother but as a woman of great faithfulness. She is the first to see the risen Christ and spread the good news in John 20. Their calls from God had nothing to do with whether or not they had children.

God continues to use the gifts of all women in our society. God looks at each of us as complete humans today just as God does in Genesis 1. With this being said, motherhood should be entered into with love and freedom. Motherhood and mothering are beautiful calls. Yet if a woman is not called to be a mother or can not have children for various reasons, she should not feel shame. Childless women should continue to be accepted as whole members of the Body of Christ.

When the church gives awards to the oldest mother, new mothers or mothers of the most children, or gives gifts to only the women who have children, the church continues to reinforce specific roles of women. By the church neglecting the hearts of women who are not mothers, women continue to feel a sense of shame for “forgoing” the role of motherhood, even if it wasn’t a choice.

Granted, we should continue to appreciate mothers in our society and churches. Mothers spend countless hours trying to make lives better for their children. This should be celebrated but not at the cost of the hearts of the childless. What can we do to make Mother’s Day in churches a more inviting time for all women?

First of all, let us call forward the women of the Bible who would have struggled on a Mother’s Day. Sarah struggled as she watched Hagar give birth to Ishmael. Rachel watched as Leah gave birth to her husband’s children, while Rachel went, year after year, without birthing her own children. Tamar, daughter in law of Judah, watched as her husbands died, wondering if she would find the man who would get her pregnant. The daughter of Jephthah mourned the end of her life with her friends, knowing she would never bear children. Naomi lost both of her sons, and Ruth never had a child with her husband before he died. Hannah dealt with Peninnah, her husband’s other wife, as she teased Hannah relentlessly for being childless. Michal never bore the children of David. And Elizabeth suffered the upset for many years of never being able to have a child with Zachariah. Here we have a cloud of witnesses to childlessness and suffering. These are women whose experiences can speak to those of us without children. While most of these women eventually did give birth, their suffering is real. But we see the presence of God with each of these women as their wombs were closed or their circumstances did not afford them children.

Creating liturgies based upon these women in the Bible would validate the voices of the childless women in our congregations. It gives women a sense of validation to their pain and their circumstances.

As a church, it is crucial that we extend prayers to all women on Mother’s Day. We remember the women with many children, young children, a child who has recently died, those who have experienced miscarriage, infertility or painful births, those who have broken relationships with children and women who have not experienced motherhood at all.

Finally, Mother’s Day can be expanded to appreciate the contributions of all women. Mothering is more than being a mother. Our churches and societies are filled with nurturing, encouraging and strong women, whether they are mothers, teachers, pastors, neighbors, leaders or any women who takes us under their wing. Instead of giving gifts to only mothers, consider giving gifts to all adult women or any person who identifies as a mother. Let us validate the lives of all women — whether or not they are mothers. Let us encourage all women, whether married or single, mother or childless, as we continue the journey together. By doing so, women will be saved by being the women God called us to be.

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God’s Grace is Much Bigger Than Suicide

29 Monday Apr 2013

Posted by mictori in Current Events, Life, Pop Culture

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Cincinnati, Grace, La Salle High School, Love, Psalm 139, Romans 8, Shooting, suicide

A few weeks ago, I wrote a blog post in response to the suicide of Rick Warren’s child.  I still stand by my belief that people who commit suicide do not go to hell.

Today in this community, a high school student shot himself in his classroom.  As far as we know, he still struggles for his life.

No one is sure why this student would shoot himself in the classroom or even if he was trying to attempt suicide.

We’re not sure of much.  But I am sure that God still loves this young man.

Whether someone’s intention was to kill themselves or not, God is the God of grace and love who will continue to pursue us to the farthest place in the universe.  Psalm 139 reminds us that God is with us no matter how far we try to flee from God.  Romans 8:38-39 remind us that nothing will separate us from God’s love – and that includes suicide.

So today, we pray for this young man and his family.  We pray for those in the classroom who experienced this trauma.  God is with all of you and so are we.

Feel free to read this post I had written about the suicide of Rick Warren’s son:

Still Part of the Same Body as Rick Warren.

via Still Part of the Same Body as Rick Warren.

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Remembering the Armenian Genocide

25 Thursday Apr 2013

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Armenian Genocide, Armenian Genocide 1915, Huffington Post

Here is my article at the Huffington Post.  I’m blessed that I can share my grandfather’s story so that the Armenian Genocide of 1915 will be remembered.

 

The Armenian Genocide memorial in Boston

The Armenian Genocide memorial in Boston

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At the finish line

16 Tuesday Apr 2013

Posted by mictori in Current Events, Life, Pop, Sports

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finish line“I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith.” (2 Timothy 4:7)

“Therefore, since we are surrounded by so great a cloud of witnesses, let us also lay aside every weight and the sin that clings so closely, and let us run with perseverance the race that is set before us…” (Hebrews 12:1)

Back when I used to run in more races (usually 5k races), I was still not in the best shape.  I was exhausted past the halfway mark, if not earlier in the race.  I was barely making it to the end.  But when I saw the silhouette of the finish line, I began to find my second wind.

Quite often, there were people lined up on both sides of this end point.

Even though I was running on fumes, short of breath, feeling I was going to have a heart attack or get sick, I would begin to feel a positive energy as I grew closer and closer to the line.  The energy of those cheering reached to me.  As I approached the last few steps, the crowd of strangers were cheering as I sprinted the final handful of strides.

It didn’t matter that I was usually closer to the end of the crowd who was trying to complete the race.  These strangers were called to be cheering us on, no matter who we are or how fast we could compete.

And, one evening, as I crossed the finish line, it occurred to me that the kingdom of God is like the finish line of a race.

I had finished the race, like it said in the above mentioned 2 Timothy text.  I gave all I had to fighting fatigue and doubt.  And then I saw the great cloud of witnesses, embracing their gift of exhortation (encouragement), giving me the last bits of energy and faith I needed to run my last few steps.

I thought to myself – maybe this is like what the transition from our lives on earth to our lives in heaven in God is like.  Maybe those who loved us and those we hardly knew are the great cloud of witnesses cheering us as we reach the finish line and celebrate the race completion.  What a beautiful image of what heaven could be!

And that’s the heaven we experience on earth – at the finish line of races when friend and stranger cheer us on to victory and completion of our goal.  There is only love at the finish line – love from those we know and those we don’t.  There is rarely ill will at the finish line but, instead, genuine gratitude for finishing the race and being loved by all of those around us.  Many of us are trying to find our energy after greatly exerting ourselves, but words and smiles of love are still in our presence.

But Monday was different.  It wasn’t the kingdom of God as we would hope to see it on earth.   As numerous runners neared and crossed the finish line, explosions rattles and injured those at the end of the run.  The people who have answered God’s call to encourage friends and strangers finishing the race were struck with physical and emotional objects and flames.  These are people who were there to share their love with fellow humans.  These are people who were trying to help their neighbors experience the true kingdom of God.

On Monday, that glimpse of what the kingdom of God looks like here on earth was shattered.  It was destroyed in a matter of moments.

Instead of love and peace, trauma and fear now have entered the hearts of many.  Some may be tempted to quit their racing.  Others may find it dangerous to stand and cheer on the many runners.

Right now it’s hard to see that God is the God of resilience and resurrections.  As time passes and healing begins, many will eventually leave behind fear in the tomb and resurrect into a place of faith and hope.  They will lace up their shoes again.  They will rejoin the great cloud of witnesses at the end of the race.  It may take time, but I pray that many who suffered today will find their way back to the finish line.

I look forward to meeting these great cloud of witnesses and fellow runners the next time I run the great race of life… or my next 5k.

My prayers are with all of those in Boston – especially those grieving, those healing and those helping, with runners and spectators of the Boston Marathon and with runners and spectators everywhere.

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Remembering Birthdays

09 Tuesday Apr 2013

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40, Birthday, birthdays, surprise parties, turning 40

zcakeAs I cross into midnight of this very significant birthday, I can’t help but remember a great number of birthdays gone by…

I struggled with influenza at 10.  And then I had to reschedule my birthday party twice.  The first time, I had a fever.  The second time, I woke up with nausea and low blood sugar.  The third time was a charm.

My house was filled with boxes on my 13th birthday.  Everything seemed so unsettled around me.  We moved two days later.

I invited a number of people to celebrate my 18th birthday at my parents’ house.  Of course, my parents were home (I was a well-behaved teenager).  But all my friends told me they couldn’t make it.  So the three friends who could attend took me out for dinner.  When we got back to my parents’ house, a multitude of friends yelled in unison “Surprise.”

It wasn’t a surprise.  I knew they were planning it.

Around my 19th birthday, I was dating a guy for a couple of months.  He took me out for my birthday dinner somewhere on The Hill in St. Louis.  When the check came, he asked me to pay for my own meal… but to slip the money under the table so no one could see that I was paying for myself.  I’m not sure how I allowed that relationship to last three more months.

I waited around for my boyfriend to join me at my parents house to ring in birthday #20.  I waited.  And waited.  And waited.  And I believe tension blossomed when he finally showed up.

Celebrating my 21st birthday by going out at midnight.  I celebrated with the boyfriend, another classmate and my friend Lisa who died just a year ago.  The day after my birthday, I headed up to Canada to watch my grandma die.

Twenty-two was spent at a small but laid-back and cheerful gathering at my friend Mike’s apartment.

I celebrated 23 in Florida.  I had just interviewed and received my first real job.

My friends surprised me with a party for 25.  I didn’t have a clue they were planning my birthday.  But then it had crossed my mind that a party could be in the works as I walked into the restaurant.  I was surprised that time.

Then, the day after my 25th birthday was one of the most heartbreaking nights I’ve had in any relationship.

My 30th birthday was the day Baghdad fell.  And I cried when realizing what I had not yet completed in my life.  But my birthday cake was delicious.

On my 31st birthday, mom, dad and I went to the Magic Kingdom in Orlando.  It was delightful.  Because I was wearing a “It’s my birthday” button, I was wished “Happy Birthday” by countless strangers that day, most of whom were Disney employees.

My 32nd birthday was to be celebrated with another guy I was kind of seeing.  But then he kept delaying and delaying getting together with me.  I waited.  And waited.  And waited.  And much later that evening, he finally called me after deciding to hang out with his adult nephew.  The next day, he gave me my birthday gift: glass jars.

From the time I was 35 until 37, I celebrated my birthday with seminary friends in St. Louis.  Usually, we would gather at Schlafly’s Bottleworks in Maplewood.  When I went back there for my 39th birthday, the restaurant was closed for the evening, and the party had to be moved to Roadhouse in Webster Groves.

Which brings me here to 39 (again), or also known as 40.  Forty years of birthdays, some I fondly remember and some crushed my heart.  But here are a few things I have learned from my birthdays:

  • I believe I’ve gotten more birthday smiles from strangers than old boyfriends.  But nothing compares to the birthdays I’ve spent with my friends and family who encircled me with love.
  • Now that I’m 40, I’m going to say it: I’m happy I’m not married to any of these guys.   Shouldn’t the people who say they love and cherish us live up to their promises – at least one day of the year?  Or give us a gift that has personal significance (even if they didn’t pay much for it)?  If they spend time with us, shouldn’t the words they use be words of love?  Lost loves: I’m glad I’ve know you.  I’ve learned much from you.  But now I’m looking towards the future where I am treated with dignity.
  • Gifts aren’t  necessary.   But when they are given, the greatest gifts are given from the heart and not the pocketbook.  Frankly, the greatest gift is time.
  • No birthday is perfect.  The more we try to perfect the day and raise our expectations, the more the day disappoints us.  When the unexpected happens or when expectations are low, then the day can only get better.
  • Each and every birthday greeting warms my heart.  I don’t care if I know you or how I know you, when you wish me “Happy Birthday”, you have ignited my soul.  Thank you.

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Still Part of the Same Body as Rick Warren

07 Sunday Apr 2013

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Body of Christ, comfort, depression, God, Grace, Hope, Love, Matthew Warren, peace, Rick Warren, suicide, Vine and Branches

Today, I heard the news that Rick Warren’s son committed suicide.  I can’t imagine what pain a parent would feel upon hearing the news that his or her own son ended their own life.

Granted, I may not agree with many theological points that Rick Warren believes.  His style of ministering and preaching may not be my style.

But, without a doubt, he is a child of God just as you and I are children of God.  He is part of the same Body of Christ that we belong.  He is made in the image of God the way all of us are made in God’s image.  God loves Rick Warren as much as God loves all of us.  And on the other side of heaven, Rick Warren will be there along with all of us.

Right now, God mourns with Rick.  God cries with Rick.  God surrounds Rick and his family with love, grace, comfort and peace.

We are called to do the same.

Because there is a hole in the heart and spirit of Rick, there is a hole in our spirits as well.  Because we are all part of the same vine and branches, we feel the branch that has been lost because Rick’s son Matthew is not walking with us on earth.  We feel a tremor in the whole body because Rick and his family have experienced this loss.

I tire hearing some theological traditions that believe that suicide sends people to hell.  Suicide is a result of mental illness.  As depression is a health issue, it can consume a person so greatly.  People do not choose to end their lives because Satan or some “evil force” causes them commit suicide.  Because of body chemistry and hormones, depression grasps the emotions of a person and causes them to understand reality in different ways.   This is a scientific and medical reality.  So Matthew isn’t in hell.  Matthew is finally seeing God in God’s fullest.  Matthew is able to see himself as God sees him.  Matthew can experience God’s full love and grace.  And Matthew is still a member of the great Cloud of Witnesses who will welcome us as we transition from this life to the next.

May the Warren family feel God’s peace, love and comfort during this time.  We pray for all who are contemplating suicide tonight and those who experience deep depression.  Amen.

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