My toddler nephew would yell that when he was displeased. I felt the same as he did when I heard this week of two friends’ passings. “Displeased” doesn’t describe it.

But tonight during worship, I suddenly felt both were doing the same as we were . . . but deeper. Higher. Freer.

Yes. Amen.

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