The Letter to the Ephesians says, “Be angry, but do not let the sun go down on your wrath.” Yesterday, one of the jobs for which there was a faint trace of a chance that I might be hired was foreclosed to my disadvantage, for reasons that provoke in me a seething fury. It’s a good thing I have another ten or twelve hours till sundown.
I wish I knew what to say — because in this digital space, to even let you know I’m thinking of you, I have to have words (no lurking possible) — but I don’t. shalom…