Bleak Theology — A theology of loss, lamentation, and elegy.

I am in Brooklyn, New York and I am writing a bleak theology while cloistered with the rest of my city. I do not know what these epistles, these letters, these dispatches are to become. But I am writing them, because they give me relief and we are alone together in this time of real uncertainty.

Last night, I saw this photo. My heart broke again. The day was already strange enough, love and death juxtaposed and mixed. And then the shooting started. Our acknowledgement of the inevitable future of our collective and individual demise was met by the catastrophic present of another school transformed into an abattoir. We did not

The heaviest burden: “What, if some day or night, a demon were to steal after you into your loneliest loneliness and say to you: ‘This life, as you now live it and have lived it, you will have to live once more and innumerable times more; and there will be nothing new in it, but