on from here...

Last week I broke a glass pitcher in my kitchen. I spent an hour trying to pick up the pieces, but cut myself later that day when I stepped on a piece I had missed.

For the last seventy years we have been breaking glass churches, and now I am trying to help people of like mind pick up the pieces and avoid getting cut.

Let’s do all we can to pick up every piece from off the floor, carefully and mournfully, and put it away so we can protect ourselves from the mess we made and are now trying to fix.

After all, we cannot have company in a house full of blood.