As I painted this shell, I prayed:
May the betrayal kiss, his mobbed arrest without a warrant, the brutal tortured cross of Jesus, and his resurrection spit new muddied life into our eyes. May vital-green grow from the black humus as the cross and death decay down into it; may Holy Spirit fire lick our hearts into flames of prayer and protest against evil. May our silver-wisped incense-calls be heard and smelled as sweet.
May chains of injustice be snapped into a million shards of light, refired into safety, goodness, joy, peace, redemption, renewal, even beauty.
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