Jesus and Mary by Mary Spencer Watson 1995. I came here yesterday to pray for families ripped a part, traumatized babies, human beings caged, lost. Lately, I have felt spiritually alienated; prayer for me has been something other than kneeling and words, but yesterday I was called to this chapel. The cruelty and hostility - the hatred - that has risen to the surface of our current reality has always been there. It's our history. And so I tell myself maybe what's happening now is a healing crisis. Maybe we can see now what we've been unwilling to acknowledge. Maybe this is a fire burning us clean. But thinking that doesn't help the lives marked by suffering now. It is immoral to stay silent in the face of evil and yet what good do my words do? The Mother completely surrounds Jesus in this sculpture, as if he is stepping directly out of her womb. God steps, as an innocent child, into our world, his mother's heart in our hands, his mother's very existence resting in how we receive him.
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