I hear the music ringing...

As things progress from Spring to Summer, dark clouds roil on the horizon, promising more than just rain. 

In the Roman Church, cracks continue to show in the facade of unity and power as the servants of Christ work to undermine His message.

In our own Communion, the rumbles and arguments about authority and leadership are cause for despair as some attempt to make us in Rome's image.

In my own life, my beloved and I must sit powerless as her son is going through a pair of brain surgeries, not knowing how much of him will be left. 

And then there are the thousand storms of man's inhumanity to man which I cannot unsee and feel helpless to counter.

All of this...and yet.

Thanks, Dad.

Thanks.