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I& #39;m gonna be honest, I& #39;m exhausted by all the people parroting "we need to make space to lament." Do we even know what lament is in the United States? Lament isn& #39;t just a brief expression of sadness, but a passionate wailing for a night that seems like it will never end.
In the last few days it seems like the U.S. has started to move to talking about expected death rates and whatnot. Beyond the horrific figures of 100-200K dead which is PREFERABLE to millions, the world doesn& #39;t stop! A friend from back home died in his sleep earlier this week...
He was only 42 years old. Completely outside of the coronavirus. I still don& #39;t have family or close friends who have been diagnosed but already I& #39;m so exhausted by the deaths of so many people from COVID-19, both world renown and locally known.
So I& #39;m depressed, anxious, and quite honestly furious. At our government, and probably at God too! If I really think about it, Psalm 13& #39;s cry of "How long, O Lord! Will you forget me forever?" feels pretty apt for the situation.
